This drabble is part of my Drabble of Dedication thing. This one is dedicated to HopeRising11. :) It's based on the song "Marry Me" by Train and the music video. The Clues never happen... I just thought I'd clarify. I hope you like it.
~L~
Ian Kabra sat in a booth in the far corner of the coffee shop. He always drank coffee when he needed to get away from life and think. Lately his number of sales had been going up, but it had cost him most of his free time which isn't saying much, seeing as though he barely had any. He needed some breatheing space-a place to forget the life outside of the building, and what better place than a little coffee shop on the far edge of town?
"Would you like anything, sir?" an old waitress asked.
He ordered a caramel macciato to go and opened his book, The Advanced Science of Poisons. A moment later he heard a loud crash and looked up to see what it had come from. A redheaded girl that seemed to be about his age was kneeling over a broken cup with a sticky coffee mess surrounding it. She quietly scolded herself and picked up the glass shards. After that was done, she got a towel and started wiping up the mess.
It was only when she looked up at him that he realized he had been staring. He couldn't help but gaze into her beautiful jade green eyes, but he quickly looked back to his book. It wasn't polite to stare. His mother had taught him that much before she had turned all psychopathic and crazy. Every once in a while, though, he'd look back at the girl as she went about her work. The waitress came back with his coffee and set it down in front of him. He thanked her and started sipping on it.
Just then his phone started ringing to "Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence. Darnit! I have to get a special lock on my phone that keeps Natalie from constantly changing my ring tones, he thought. He sighed but answered the phone.
"There's trouble back home," Natalie's voice said. "You need to get over here ASAP."
"What is it now? Did you run out of lipgloss or something? Because I am not coming home for something stupid like that."
"No. No. Nothing like that. I mean...special trouble."
Ian's felt a sudden sense of urgency. Whenever they said the word special it always meant Cahill trouble. "Alright. I'm on my way," he said, and with that he hung up the phone. He grabbed his coffee and walked briskly out the door, not even stopping to notice that green eyes sadly watched him leave from inside the coffee shop.
He got in his car and was halfway to his house on the other side of town when he noticed that his book wasn't with him. He muttered sullenly as he realized he had left it sitting on the table back at the shop. He made a quick U-turn that he was pretty sure was illegal and headed back the other way.
He finally got back to the little shop and walked in the door. He stopped himself before he ran into the redheaded waitress that had so much intrigued him. He saw his book lying on a table with a cup of coffee sitting next to it. He knew it wasn't his own. It was hers. She had been waiting for him to come back.
~L~
And that concludes the story. :) Again, this is especially for HopeRising11, and I hope everyone liked it. You can either confirm my hopes or completely destroy them. All you have to do is push that awesome little button at the bottom of the page. Do it now or I will have Lionell, my virtual teddy bear, come and attack you while you're sleeping! :) Love ya.
~Sugar