_The Night Court in Summer_

Summary: Feyre decides to take a summer job at a coffee shop, while staying at her family's beach house. Everything continues normally until one day, a very handsome face walks through the door.

Disclaimer: All these characters belong to the fabulous Sarah J. Maas

_Chapter 1_

I grab a cold water from the fridge behind the counter and press it against the back of my neck, in attempt to cool myself down from the sweltering summer heat. Between the waves and waves of warmth rushing in through the propped open door of the coffee shop and the store's lack of an air conditioner, it's no use. The heat surrounds me from all directions and there is absolutely no escaping it.

So far, the day has been relatively quiet. It's already almost noon, and I've only had about ten customers, which is very unlike my usual twenty or more per hour, starting at six A.M., open time.

Bored, I take out my phone and start surfing the web, as there hasn't been a customer for thirty minutes. I scroll for another few minutes, and listen to the yells of children and teens outside, enjoying summer to its fullest. Hearing them, I can't help but wish to get out of this shop and start getting some sun time of my own.

Just then, a guy walks in, followed by two others, breaking me out of my own thoughts. Actually, as I look closer, I notice that they're three very handsome boys.

"Hello!", I say brightly, "Welcome to The Velaris Coffee Shop. What can I get for you?"

One of them, with dark, almost violet eyes, and black hair steps up, smiles at me pleasantly, and says, "Hi. I'd like an espresso and three breakfast burritos, please."

I can't help but stare a little at his gorgeous eyes and muscular build. But then I look up to see him smirking at me with a single brow raised and quickly drag my gaze away from him. " Ok, that'll be right up.", I mutter and quickly slip away to give the order to my co-worker in the back.

After that, I head back to the register to find the three boys, whose names I don't know sitting on the stools in front of me. One of them, with dark hair down to his shoulders, and an almost mischevious expression, grins and says, "It's such a nice day. Why is a pretty girl like yourself cooped up in here?"

After a second I easily reply, "Well, what are you doing at a coffee shop, ten miles away from the beach on such a nice day to eat burritos, rather than a nice ice cream by the sun?"

Now, all three of them are grinning at me, the violet eyed one most openly. I can't help but let out a small laugh. The one with violet eyes laughs and says, "Don't mind Cassian. He's just cranky because he was up past his bedtime."

I look over to see the one with the long hair-Cassian- outright glaring at the other and start to chuckle, loudly, and very unattractively, while the third friend, who has yet to speak a single word, lips turn up at the corners.

Just then, a bell rings, signaling to me that their order is ready. I quickly jump up, grab it, and hand it over the counter to the three.

I ring them up, and just as they're walking out the door, the one with the violet eyes jogs back up to the counter, presses something into my hand, grins, then runs out the door to follow his friends.

In my hand I find a crinkled up piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

Rhysand- 610-484-9582