"So do I just have to sign here?"
"Yes, and then you're ready to go as a teacher."
The scratching of the pen on paper could be heard through the loud silence in the conference room. Delicate fingers held the pen as it quickly glided on the surface of the white paper. After a few moments the fingers halted to a stop, gently settled the tool down, and linked with the other hand.
"Congratulations," the man heartily laughed. "You're now a teacher. And a reminder that you start on the first week of September."
The other man before him held out his hand and shook it firmly. "Thank you, Mr. Howard."
"My pleasure. It was nice interviewing you, Mr. Bondevik." With that, the director of the school left the room with a confederate smile on his face. Once the door was closed, the Norwegian slumped back into one of the chairs, relieved that everything was over and that he got finally got a job. Quite excited that he achieved this job, he pulled out his phone from his back pocket and called his younger brother, Emil.
After a few rings, the line on the other side picked up. "Hey, Lukas. So how did the application go?" a somewhat tired voice spoke.
"Good. I'm officially in." The Norwegian said into the phone. "What did you do while I was out? Did you eat your lunch I prepared for you?"
"Geez, I know how to take of myself. Don't treat me like a kid." Lukas could imagine Emil pouting on the other side of the line and silently smiled. "And yeah, I ate it. It was good as usual."
"Okay. Now stay put since I'm coming home in a few minutes."
"I said to not treat me like a kid!"
"Bye." Lukas ignored his brother's protests as he hung up on Emil. He had to admit that his brother was still cute no matter what the younger one's arguments were. As a brother, Lukas thought that he had to care for Emil at every possible time. That was what brothers are for, right?
Lagging a little as he stood up to leave the room, the Norwegian grabbed his messenger bag and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He took one more glance inside the room before he headed out. Once he got out of the school grounds, he spotted a Starbucks across the street, on the corner of the block. His eyes glimmered at the sight, clearly showing that he was craving for coffee – or to be more specific, latte. But why haven't he noticed this here? He lived in the area. but never went close to the educative buildings so that's why he probably haven't. Hence, he could've just gotten a job there if he had known about it earlier. He shrugged the idea off though and walked rather quickly towards the cafe.
As soon as he arrived at Starbucks, Lukas hurried up to queue for his lovely latte. After a few moments of impatience, ordering, and waiting, a latte was already in his hands within minutes. As he was about to take his first glorious sip, a mundane figure pushed past him harshly causing Lukas to lose some of his grip on the hot cup he held and get spilled on by his own drink. The latte – now all over his clothes – was burning through the fibers of his clothes to the skin. Sighing in frustration, the Norwegian held the cup away from him, glaring at the man who had pushed him and the people watching.
"Oh – Sorry there!" The blond man in front of him yelled-apologized. "Look, I'm really sorry for what happened just now – I'll buy you another drink or something!" The man had a bewildered look in his electric blue eyes. His hair stood out a lot though – both literally and metaphorically. It was as if it was defying gravity because clunks of hair were all pointing up, sticking out from all sides of his head. Other than that, the man was apparently wearing a red jacket with a white shirt underneath with black jeans – very casual. Lukas didn't acknowledge him right away though – he grabbed tissues instead at the counter and dabbed them at his grey collar-shirt.
Noticing that Lukas wasn't responding to him, the blond man repeated himself again. "Hey – I'm so sorry," he said, grabbing more tissues for Lukas, "but to – um – 'pay' you back, should I lend you some clothes or help you in any other way?"
Lukas finally looked up at the man standing in front of him. He – the man – was trying to wipe off the coffee off for him as well. The blond noticed the Norwegian's gaze on him and smiled a little.
"How should I help there?" he asked. "I'm really sorry for the mess and I want to help you somehow."
Lukas, unaffected by the notion of things, shrugged. "I guess I'm fine, but if you excuse me..." He turned away from the stranger as he (the man) was somewhat invading his personal space. That is, until the man stopped him again.
"By the way, I should probably introduce myself, since I made you spill your coffee," the man said. "I'm Mathias Kohler. And you?"
"Lukas Bondevik," he simply replied. "Now if you would excuse me – I have to go somewhere." He hastily turned.
As he did, an employee of Starbucks came to him quite hurriedly. "Hello, sir! Are you fine? Do you need any assistance?" A light blond-haired man who was shorter than him asked. "I'm sorry that my cousin was so careless! You can have a free latte though!" The man who seemed pretty carefree continued rambling. "The name's Tino, and I'm at your service, sir!"
Lukas only managed to nod at him. "Thank you. Everything's fine and I'll be going then – the free latte is a nice offer though."
"Alright!" The man who called himself Tino beamed. "Oh and Mathias, apologize properly to, um, uh..."
"Lukas. Lukas Bondevik."
"Right!" Tino motioned at Mathias.
"Hey there." The man from before spoke once more. "I'm sorry (again), but here have my jacket. The stains look pretty bad." He took his red jacket off and pushed it into Lukas' hands while Tino went to get the latte.
"I don't need it," Lukas replied nonchalantly as he tried to give back the jacket. "My car's just down the road so I can just take that back home."
"But you can still keep it." He grinned, pushing back the jacket. "Do you need me to walk back to your car though?"
"Uh, no thank you," Lukas replied, staring at the jacket. "I'll be going now, but I really don't need this jacket."
"Aw, just keep it, will ya? Do a favor for he man who accidentally caused you to spill your latte and wants to help you in some way can't because you keep on rejecting my offers?" The blond asked with puppy eyes. Oh, what a sight.
Lukas didn't really have a choice at this point. Gosh, was he annoying. "Ah, well, then yes..."
"Thanks, bro!" Mathias put his arm around the Norwegian. Wasn't he getting already too comfortable with Lukas? "That definitely made my day!" He smiled cheekily as Lukas slung the jacket on his shoulder.
"Hey, uh, what was it? – ah, Lukas! I have your latte here! Oh! – are you two on good terms now?" A bubbly voice said. Lukas looked over and saw Tino with a cup of coffee.
No, Lukas thought. More like he's annoying me. He nodded at Tino though. "Thanks for the latte. I'm going to go then."
"Ah, goodbye, Lukas! Come back here anytime!" Tino said rather happily.
"Yeah, you should totally come back here! I usually hang out here a lot since Tino usually works here." Mathias chuckled and yelled. Lukas only bade his farewell through waving his hand a little as he walked out the cafe.
Goodness gracious, now he was out of that hectic place. He had to remind himself not to come to that place anymore.
hej, my friends! no fear, i am alive! as you've seen i somewhat floated away from the book fandom because it's so hectic, but i still appreciate all the books and such! i'm here with anime/manga – it's hetalia! this anime/manga is basically about the personifications of countries and it's existed since 2007(?) i think~ the fandom is still very alive today! (like hp) and season six of hetalia is coming out july 2015! but here's a human teacher au dennor fic [denmark x norway] that i've came up with! i have a bunch of plans for this particular work and chapter two is already on its way! i have a bit to finish it and write it again online (i find writing on paper easier). sorry for rambling – and enjoy!
hetalia © himaruya hidekaz
fanfic © illimitableness