Law sat at his usual spot in the small, cozy coffeeshop. He wasn't due at work for another half an hour or so, but he was almost always ahead of schedule. He liked to spend his extra time reading the paper or a medical textbook in the old, worn-in armchairs of the Cocoyasi Cafe. It was somewhat of a morning routine.

Law finished his first americano of the day and filled out another column in the daily crossword puzzle, leaning back into his chair with a satisfied hum. He was admiring the view of traffic packed streets, mentally patting himself on the back for once again beating rush hour. Lucky for him the cafe was right across the street from the hospital where he worked so the state of traffic made no difference to him now, other than perhaps needing to be a little extra cautious at the crosswalk.

"Someone's in a good mood this morning. Finally found the right side of the bed?" A ginger girl with a winning smile teased as she collected Law's empty mug.

"Ha, ha," The older man replied, voice heavy with sarcasm. "Good morning to you too, Nami."

"Can I get you a refill?" Nami asked as she quickly wiped down the coffee table in front of Law and then threw the rag onto her tray full of mugs and dishes. "I wouldn't want to see you once the caffeine wears off."

"I'll just grab one to go. I'm on my way out soon anyways."

"Sure thing, darling." The girl winked and disappeared behind the bar.

As Law waited for her to return with his order, he glanced around the shop, spotting a few regulars and a few new faces. One in particular stood out. There was a boy with dark hair tucked into his hood and big aviator shades covering his face. Law was sure he'd never seen this character in the shop before, though he couldn't help but find him familiar somehow. Maybe a former patient of his? It was possible. The kid was standing by the cream and sugar island, grabbing handfuls of honey and sugar packets while he was waiting for his drink. He must have stuffed about ten of each into his front pocket. What a weird kid.

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Law's phone interrupted him from his thoughts. He answered it quickly.

"Trafalgar, here"

"LAW!" The voice on the other line shouted, making him hold his phone away until he deemed it safe to listen again. It's too goddamn early for people to be yelling into his ears.

"Shachi, If you're trying to deafen me, you're succeeding." The doctor grumbled. "What's up?"

"Are you close to the hospital? Doctor Kureha just got called into an emergency surgery and now the ER is understaffed and it's a MADHOUSE in here... Do you think you could come in like. Right now?"

"Yeah," Law sighed heavily. So much for having a relaxing morning. "I'm just across the street, be there ASAP." He hung up before waiting for a response, and right on queue Nami dropped off his coffee to go. She frowned when she saw Law's sour expression.

"What happened to your good mood?" She asked.

"I would love to know." He slid on his coat and grabbed the drink, leaving a few bills in its wake. He made sure Nami got a nice tip - she was the reason his favourite armchair was always free when he arrived in the morning, after all.

The cafe was quite a bit busier than when he arrived so he did his best to slip through the crowd while balancing his cup of coffee close to his chest. He was almost in the clear when suddenly he collided with another body, sending the other figure tumbling to the floor and him reeling backwards as well. Half of his coffee was spilled down his front and he was about to give an earful to whoever just deprived him of his caffeine fix when he noticed the boy on the ground in front of him. It was the same one he'd been eyeing before with the hoodie and sunglasses. Well, no more sunglasses, those had skidded across the floor somewhere and the boy was staring up at him with big dark eyes. His sweatshirt was covered with coffee just like Law's was so he couldn't bring himself to be mad at the kid, and to be quite honest the collision was probably Law's fault anyways.

"Sorry!" the boy said, finally looking away from Law's eyes to scramble for his glasses. "I'm really so, so sorry... shit.."

"Don't worry about it," The older man offered his hand to help pull him to his feet. The boy took his hand warily, giving him a wry smile.

"No, please, let me buy you another coffee!" The boy insisted, pulling out his wallet. At this point Law started to notice the murmurs and prying eyes around them. He scowled, hating being at the center of attention.

"It's quite alright, I'm in a bit of a hurry anyways..."

"Please, it's the least I can do!"

Nami appeared from nowhere, giving Law a little hip bump and wink as she witnessed the scene unfolding. She placed a wet floor sign by the spill and began mopping up the mess, though Law suspected it was a cover for wanting a front row seat to the incident. As she observed the boy, her interest was piqued.

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" She interrupted, leaning on the mop and eyeing the boy up and down.

"Oh, uh..." The boy answered, shying away and pulling at his hoodie. "You must be mistaken, haha..."

Soon other voices around them started speaking out.

"Hey, isn't that-"

"No way, it couldn't be-"

The boy's face started going red and he started glancing around frantically for an exit.

"You alright?" Law asked.

"Um, yeah, look, I gotta go but I still owe you that coffee!" The boy started backing away as the crowd grew louder and more rowdy. "Sorry, what was your name?"

"Law. Trafalgar Law."

"Nice to meet you, Torafal- Torafrlg... Torao!" The boy spun on his feet as girls started to approach him in a swarm. "Later!"

"Wait! I didn't get your name!" Law called after him, but the only response he got was a bright smile shot at him from over the boy's shoulder as he ducked out the door and started jogging down the street, a small crowd in tow. Law stared, unmoving, trying to understand what had just happened.

"I swear I've seen that kid before..." Nami puzzled. After a moment she shrugged and continued mopping the floor. "Cute, wasn't he?" She said casually to Law who was snapped out of his little daydream and rolled his eyes in reply.

What a strange morning he was having.