XME is not mine. Nope never. Sorry.

This is Christmas present for my friend who happens to RP Kitty Pryde. I've never been a Lancitty fan myself but...oh well, it's my first attempt at this couple so...enjoy and Happy holidays!

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Okay so it was one thing to walk into your favourite coffee shop and find they'd hired live music, it was another entirely to walk into your favourite coffee shop and find out that the person they'd hired was your on again/off again boyfriend while you were in the off-again stage for what you swore would be the last time because this time for sure it was over. Let's face it I didn't even know he played the guitar, especially not that he played the guitar that well.

I did my best to ignore him though as I went to pick up a hot chocolate and sat down by the steamed up window watching shoppers go by absentmindedly. Okay, so scratch that, I was pretending to watch shoppers go by as I hung on every word he was singing…he could sing too? Why had I broken up with him again? I couldn't for the life of me remember. Something about him being a jerk to y best friend but…he was a handsome jerk that was musical and he could be sensitive sometimes…what was my point again? Oh right yes…I didn't know why I'd broken up with him.

Well I couldn't very well march up to the stage and ask him to take me back. Well, I could but I'm not sure the response from the audience would be too great since it seemed to be mostly girls and if he rejected me I'd just, like, die on the spot or at the very least will the earth to swallow me whole. Which in all honesty we were both very capable of making it do. I really didn't want him to look at me like he wanted the earth to swallow me, that would be too much of a blow for my ego to take. So I continued to stare out of the window at the shapes that passed.

His set finished but I didn't look up, maybe he hadn't even noticed me and he'd walk out again without ever even knowing I was there. Clearly that was too much to ask for though as he took the seat opposite me. Well now I had to look at him, it was only polite. I was met with those eyes not harsh like that last time I'd seen them but soft, warm, brown orbs holding mine. "Hey." Was all he said.

"Hey." I managed back even though my throat felt like it had closed up slightly. What was I supposed to be doing? Oh yes breathing. In. Out. Good.

"So…" He paused awkwardly.

I nodded "So…" Oh…had I really just done that? I was repeating him now did we really have so little to say?

"I saw you come in and I know it's a longshot but I'm…sorry for what happened, not the things I said because she fully deserved them and-" He seemed to realise he wasn't making his case better and swallowed, "-but yeah I'm just…sorry."

What was I supposed to say to that? He'd apologised for what appeared to be nothing since he'd said it wasn't for insulting her which was why I'd been mad at him in the first place. "It's okay." I managed to squeak out.

He paused for a moment, I wondered what he was thinking as he looked down at my empty cup. At least I hope it was my cup because I'd curled it in my hands to keep them warm and pressed it to my chest.

"Do you want another drink?" He offered, well that solved that, of course he'd been looking at my cup, how could I have thought otherwise? And how could I say no to that?

I nodded, "Thank you." My eyes met his across the table again and I knew that we'd just fallen back into routine and this was the beginning of us getting back together, all I could do was hope that this time, this stage stuck.