Here's a new story! YAY! Well, this story was inspired by a song: "Falling In Love At a Coffee Shop" by Landon Pigg.
Summary: When Ichigo Kurosaki visits a café in Paris, meeting Orihime Inoue was not a part of his order.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or the song that inspired this story.
The sun beat down upon the ancient city, making it sparkle. A young man walked down its narrow streets, checking left and right whether he was going in the right direction. Deciding to take a right, he found what he was finally looking for and looked at the café, hesitating whether he should really enter. After all, his best friends did suggest it to him and they just might be pulling a prank on him. Sighing, he decided to walk in.
Opening the door that gave a slight jingle, Ichigo Kurosaki saw that it was quite spacious and cozy-looking. Choosing a table in the corner, he sat down in the plush chair and heavily breathed out. He could practically feel the stares from these rude people. Alright, so he had bright orange hair. Get over it. Ichigo had recalled from Renji and Rukia to expect to be stared at, saying "After all, they are French. Their hobby is practically people-watching." Ichigo raised his hand for someone to give him a menu and stared at the wooden table.
Ichigo had just moved to Paris, France about two-weeks prior due to the need to just get away. He had just found out that his ex-girlfriend was engaged and was to be married. Sure they had broken up about a year ago, but when he had seen that wedding invitation, he just about lost it. Then when he had gone to work and saw that there was a promotion to go to Paris for business, he made sure to do all that he could to get it. He needed to get away from the sudden nostalgic town.
He heard footsteps approaching his table, they sounded to have a bit of a bounce if he listened carefully. Finally. He looked up away from the table and his eyes widened at the vision before him.
The sun streamed into the room through the French doors, giving the perfect amount of light. Orihime Inoue took her hairpins off of her dresser and placed them in her hair as she does every day, her daily routine. Double checking that she had everything, Orihime then smiled to herself in the mirror and walked out of her home to the streets below.
She had lived in France since she was a little girl with her older brother after he had saved her from their abusive parents. How he had gotten the money for both the plane and to rent a place, she had no idea. But she did know that he had literally saved her life, she didn't know where she would've been if he hadn't taken her. The more Orihime thought of her older brother, the more somber she became. He had died in a hit-and-run when she was just 16 years old.
Orihime shook her head wildly, forcing herself out of the saddened thoughts. I mustn't think these kinds of things! Sora wouldn't want me to be sad… The auburn beauty analyzed the cracks on the sidewalk and then looked up, seeing that she had reached her end of the walk. She smiled at the bold letters. Café du Soleil. The Sun Café. She then opened the door with the sound of laughter filling her ears. All heads turned to the door and Orihime was immediately greeted with multiple of voices. Her best friend had then jogged up to her, giving her a tight hug.
"Oh, it's great to see you Orihime!" The raven-haired girl commented.
"Tatsuki, we saw each other just yesterday!" She laughed jubilantly and let her go.
The atmosphere was energetic even if it was about 6:30 in the morning. The red-head began her daily duties: wiping the tables with a wet rag, rinsing the cups from dust that may have collected over night and sweeping the room thoroughly. Before she knew it, it was already opening time: 7:00. She ran to the backroom and quickly put on her black apron, tying it around her waist.
She happily served the customers, whether they were rude or not, she kept herself happy since she loved her job. Even if it was being just a waitress.
It wasn't until about noon that there was a bit of a bustle in the comfy café. It was her break and she was in the backroom with Tatsuki, eating a croque-monsieur with pickles. Suddenly, Nel, another waitress, ran into the room with a huge smile on her face.
"You guys have to come out!"
"What? Why? What happened?" Tatsuki shot up from her seat, slightly concerned until Nel's smile sunk in her mind that she was quite happy. So something good must be happening.
"There's this guy at the corner table, and he is so cute! I just want to go up to him and say hi!" She then leaned herself against the wall and sighed.
The raven-head only shook her head, seating herself down once more.
"Well, why don't you go and say hi?" Orihime asked, chewing on her sandwich slowly.
"Orihime, it's already 12:40. It's your shift right now." With those words out her mouth, Orihime's eyes widened and glanced at her phone, seeing that it was indeed her turn.
"Oh my gosh! Time goes by so quick!" She gulped down the rest of her sandwich and ran out the door, apron in hand.
Quickly walking to the corner table in which Nel had mention, she had only seen bright orange hair and a hand held slightly up. The auburn beauty then stepped in front of the table with a smile brightening her face.
"Bon jour monsieur! What would you like to have today?"
The man moved his head upwards to look at her and she looked down upon a set of deep brown eyes and that was when she felt her heart flutter.
I hope you liked it! I'm sorry, it's not that long, I'll promise to make the chapters longer, this is just the start. :) Review please!
BTW, a croque-monsieur is a ham and cheese sandwich made in France. I'll put in the French related words at the end of each chapter. If you don't know what anything means, please let me know and I'll be glad to tell you what it is. :D
And yes, I am obssessed with France. Just as much as I am obssessed with Bleach and IchiHime. :3