"Hola,estaré allí en un minuto!" Called a cheery voice. It matched the way the sun was shining and the flowers that were blooming. The sky was a bright blue and the white clouds looked like cotton balls that spilled all over a bathroom floor. The small cafe was painted a creamy white and the windows were latched open, letting in the sounds and smells from the outside in. A glass counter showed several cakes and croissants and types of freshly baked breads. Black boards covered in colorful chalk displayed several coffee and smoothie and tea drinks. Black metal wire tables and matching chairs were sprawled outside with flowers in the middle and an umbrella to protect guest from the beaming sunlight. Inside were glass top coffee tables and an assortment of light tan chairs and blankets and pillows. It looked like a nice typical cafe.
But, Gilbert wasn't interested in any of that. Not the paintings that covered the wall, or the smell wafting from the bread. Not the way the sun was shining brightly or the mood in the air, his mind was too occupied on one topic. Elizaveta. Elizaveta, Roderich, and Ludwig mainly, and also his friend Mathieu and his weird dad, Francis. They seemed nice enough people. Not the awesomest but good enough for right now. Why did he even get in this mess? He saw it coming, he knew he'd never compare to Roderich, but, damn. He never knew the pain would be this much.
"¿Hola,qué puedo hacer por ti?" Asked the man from earlier. He had brown hair and green eyes, and a tan, like most of the other people in the city. Gill never felt so out of place in his life. At home, he looked at least somewhat closer to everyone. But here, everyone's colouring was different, the exact opposite. He sighs, not having thought to learn spanish. Not only did he feel out of place, he felt like an idiot now.
"¿Hablas Inglés?" He ask, after pausing several seconds, making sure he made the sounds come out right. The language felt strange to his mouth. "Or even German, because that would be awesome, right now…" He adds silently, trailing off. The man's eyes grow huge for a second, and frowns, staring, then smiles again.
"You're Gilbert, Mathieu's friend, right? From Berlin!" He smiles. Gill blushes slightly. He thought he told Mathieu to not tell anyone or to make a big deal out of the move. He just shakes his head.
"Ja, that would be me." He hated embarrassment, or making himself stand out more. His hair and red eyes and pale skin already did that perfectly. He looked like a vampire or monster that walked out of an american horror movie. Maybe that;s why Elizaveta rejected him. Who'd ever want to date a monster like thing anyways. The man smiles, again.
"My name is Antonio, just call me Toni. You work at the flower shop, on the other side of the street, right?" He asks. It was true, all he had to do was walk up the sidewalk and cross the street to get to this place. He didn't know if this would be convenient yet or not, being so close to this man.
"Toni! You tomato bastard, get over here!" A yell called out from the back. Toni turns and looks back at Gill.
"That's Romano, or Lovi, but, eh, he bites, rather hard, so be careful calling him that. Just a second." He turns around and disappeared, and the only audible thing is some yelling back and forth. The man just stands there awkwardly, turning around to leave when he sees Mathieu walk in, holding a small box of stuff. His long, wavy, blond hair fell a bit into his violet purplish eyes, not being able to fix his hair due to the box. He gives it to Gilbert and he takes the box, looking into it. It was some of his stuff.
"We didn't know what to do with this eh, so I walked over here to give it to you." He nods to the box and turns to face the signs, pushing up the thin frames of his glasses. Gill sighs, looking up at the sun that creeped in from the windows and open doors.
"It's so bright here." He almost whispers, a side comment to himself.
"Y-you'll get used to it, hopefully! It is summer, so it's not all that surprising, it being all warm and everything I mean." He squeaks out. "We should go back to the shop, papa might need help..." He trails off, looking over his shoulders toward the flower shop. Gilbert nods, biting the inside of his check.
"B-bey Tony, w-we're leaving!" Gil shouts back, tripping over his words feeling awkward. He didn't wanted to just leave, that'd be unawesome, but it would also be unawesome leaving Francis to do all the work, and on his first day too. He didn't want to leave a bad impression on his first day already. Although the french man was very understanding and nice and easy to get along with, he was still careful, trying to impress him. He didn't know why, it wasn't like him, acting like this. Maybe it had to do with Roderich. He steps outside, taking a large breath.
"Just hang in there Gill, you're going to do fine."