Ok guys, here is another one of my stories that I wrote on paper (yes, back to the cavemen days) while I was on holidays when they was no internet or computer. A.k.a., no satellite. Hope you enjoy. The French in it btw is authentic. I am mostly fluent in French. Yr 11, and been doing it since yr 3.

Finally having my own little French café is what I have always wanted. It was just going to be me and my café. No men breaking my heart anymore, no friends betraying me, no anything… but then of course he had to walk into my café and make my heart beat faster with his aqua eyes and messy red hair. He was the exact image of badboy, but he was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Prologue

For as long as I can remember I have always dreamed of owning my very own little French café, little maid uniforms and all. I am part French after all, on my mothers' side.

I have always had an interest in cooking so here I am at 21 years of age with my little café called 'La Petit Cherise' which is 'The Little Cherry' in French. I wanted it to be authentic. It's been open for only 3 months, but business is already booming. I am still going to university doing a course in medicine so the café is only open from 10am – 5pm. I do the night courses at Uni part time, so it all works out. I began university when I was 18 and am now into my 4th year of 5 years needed with then 3 years of internship, before I become a resident, so that should be fun.

So that's hoe it was going to be from then on; me and my little shop. No men to screw me over, no friends to betray me and no family to tell me how to live my life. I have to admit it gets a little hectic sometimes, but I love it the way it is. It's… comforting.

But of course I had to let my guard down and make a friend right? Of course, because this is me we are talking about. Stupid Sakura. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

I had noticed her always coming in to the shop at 11am for her morning coffee I guess and then again at 3pm for a cake and another coffee. She always looked around before eating it so I couldn't help myself. I went over and talked to her. She reminded me of myself I guess. Sneaking treats when you think no ones looking. That was 3 months ago on the grand opening of 'The Petit Cherise' that I noticed her, and then 2 weeks after that that I talked to her, and now I think I could call us best friends. I await every 11am and 3pm visit for my social session. We even go out on my one free day, Sunday, together to clubs and such.

I just hope she doesn't betray me like my last best friend. Stole my 2 year boyfriend that bitch! But alas, she did something even worse… she introduced me to her brother. Fan-fucking-tastic.