Remember, this is his Turk days; he smiles and has a good personality back in THE DAY!

DISCLAIMER! I do not own Vincent (I wish) or any other things in this story except my shop and my character.

This is a trilogy. First book is Turk Residence. Second is SOLDIER. Third is CHAOS. (The last two will probably change)

Second is when Vincent is locked in the coffin and the whole SOLDIER thing is going on. Zack and Cloud are in it and what not. The third is before DoC happened.

Please enjoy! Its short for a reason!

Thirty Years Before Final Fantasy VII

I walked to my new work. My step had a bounce in it. Ever since I started working at the Morning's Addiction a coffee shop, located near the ShinRa building, I had been looking forward to something each day. No, I do not enjoy making coffee for people I don't know, not that its that hard. What I do enjoy is that a man comes in every day just to talk to me. He used to only come in for his coffee, but now he comes in to talk, sometimes not even buying coffee. This man works for ShinRa. His name, Vincent Valentine.

I unlocked Morning's Addiction, since I work all day I open the shop and close it up for the day. As I walked into Morning's Addiction I saw him sitting at the counter, looking bored. I rolled my eyes and walked behind the counter, grabbing a black apron with the shops logo on it and turned on the coffee pot.

"How did you get in here, Mr. Valentine?" I ask him, waggling my finger at him. He shrugs.

"It's what I do best. Besides, I needed to get away from ShinRa for a while." Vincent muttered. I look at my watch, it was 5:00 A.M. How could he need to get away from ShinRa this early?

"What happened?" I lean against the counter.

"I was assigned as a body guard." Vincent sighs deeply.

"Why is this bad?"

"It's the worst job, its like being demoted."

"Ouch. Well, it can't get more sucky than serving coffee to pissed off people."

Vincent gives me a small smile, "I guess, this must be worse than my job. You know, people asking for coffee, you fill it up. Give them food, whatever they want."

I roll my eyes and turn around and grab a To-Go cup. I fill it up with coffee and set it in front of him. The bell on the door jingles and people start to wonder in. Vincent gets up.

"Don't forget to tip me, you fool." I demand. He winks at me and walks out the doors. The bell jingling at his departure.