Connara Drabble: Coffee shop!AU

Since moving back to Detroit, Kara had come to appreciate the days of blissful quietness. Days where she could sit back, relax, and enjoy her rare moments free from her daily worries.

Taking another sip from her coffee, Kara took another glance around the cosy little café she was in, taking note of the newcomers, few as they were, and smiling kindly at the regulars.

The coffee shop was tucked away in a little side alley off the main plaza, and with big corporate coffee chains taking up the main entrances it was surprising that the coffee shop was still around. Looking around the spacious room, Kara couldn't imagine getting coffee from anywhere else.

From the hard timber flooring, to the rustic décor and the pleasant staff, it was the perfect escape; a little slice of paradise.

The sound of the bell signalling someone entering the café broke Kara from her inner musings. Looking up, Kara eyed the man who entered. If she were a romantic, she'd have said her heart skipped a beat.

Years ago, once upon a time long past, she might've been. But now, she regarded him with cat-like curiosity. The first thing Kara noticed was his overwhelming awkwardness. His too stiff posture, lips pulled in to a grim line. Even his sharp suit seemed suffocating, especially in a place like this.

Kara laughed internally, wondering how someone like him wandered their way here. Though looking around, she realised that people from all walks of life frequented what Kara referred to as her own personal haven. Students from the local university working on a group assignment, couples here on dates, businessman tapping away on their laptops, and people like her: here to simply appreciate life.

So lost in her observations elsewhere, Kara turned around surprised when the man who entered earlier was taking determined steps to her seat. She caught the golden flash of his police badge and unwarranted panic filled her system before she calmed down.

She wasn't running. Not anymore. She was safe. And free. Free from the clutches of the ones who had tried to hurt her and Alice.

Coffee in one hand and a stack of papers in the other, the detective cleared his throat and tried adjusting his tie (rather poorly Kara noted) while still holding his cup.

"Excuse me miss? I was wondering if this seat was vacant. All others seem to be occupied."

His voice, in a strange way, was comforting and trustworthy. Strange. She looked across the booth she was sitting in, and noted it was spacious enough for both of them, if a little intimate for literal strangers. Kara returned her gaze and spoke.

"Uhh… yeah go ahead. Hadn't realised this place was so packed."

And when he smiled at her response, Kara thought that the romantic part of her that burnt out so long ago was suddenly reignited and she could feel the slight heat in her cheeks. That smile was so pure, like she had just made his day with such a simple request. It felt rude that she still didn't know his name.

"My name's Kara, by the way."

His head jolted up. And suddenly brown eyes locked on blue and Kara felt time stop. Suddenly his hand shot forward, nearly knocking his coffee over the papers he had meticulously laid out on the table, and Kara met his hand half way. She could feel the roughness of his palms, and the quieted strength his unassuming form seemed to have, but also the gentleness in his firm handshake.

"My names Connor Anderson, pleased to meet you."

END

Decided to upload here as well as Ao3. Take care and feel free to give me prompts.