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Beta: Danacyrus

The city of Paris was a place that enthralled everyone who visited it. The motive behind this wasn't the buildings and the streets nor the river and Eiffel Tower. It was the magic that seemed to exist. The atmosphere created by each and every little thing.

That was why twenty-one year old Allen Walker -recent university graduate with a degree in literature and a good grasp on the French language- had jumped at the opportunity to move there.

Without rational thought, he had canceled the lease on his apartment in London, packed his bags and had embarked on what appeared to be the experience of a lifetime -an adventure.

He couldn't have been more wrong. True enough, the city was as reputed, mystical and beautiful but nothing turned out as well as he had imagined that it would. He didn't have an apartment and the process of finding job in his field of study seemed more hopeless by the day. A month into this "adventure" the majority of his savings had been depleted and he was nowhere near finding a job in which resembled the one he had set out to do, which was to work as an editor.

Disappointed, he had made up his mind to find some employment, no matter what kind, just to pay the bills. He'd come to the realization that he needed to leave the hotel he was staying at. He was paying far more for a room then he could afford at the time.

The day had begun in a less than ideal manner. His alarm clock hadn't worked and he had been late for his interview. He hadn't been on his game recently, so he very much doubted that they would even consider him for the job. What was even worse, he had noticed that his account had almost been drained. At most he could only pay the hotel for three more days.

Allen had been walking around, contemplating the thought that this could have been the biggest mistake of his life when it begun to rain. As if the day wasn't bad enough already! Trying to avoid getting wet he opted for a nearby coffee shop.

It was fairly large, with many wooden tables, a bar and an empty area which, he supposed, may be a dance floor. The dominant element was wood, a dark shade of wood, that gave the place a warm feel. There were also a couple of doors in the background, toilets and the kitchen probably.

He sat down near the door. The windows where large, permitting a nice view of the street but there wasn't much to see. Only the stone surface of the pavement and the walls of the surrounding buildings. The rain had gotten heavier.

Allen turned his attention towards the people inside the shop. Aside from him there were three other customers, an elderly couple and a young man, with red hair who was working on his laptop. Next he let his eyes drift to the bartender, a man of Asian decent in his early thirties. He had black hair that reached the level of his chin and he wore glasses. He was smiling kindly as he worked.

Then he saw the waiter, coming towards him. He was also a man of Asian origin, elegantly dressed in simple black trousers and a white collared shirt. His posture was perfect and he seemed fit. His hair was black but there was a bluish shade in it as well. He had a fringe with bangs framing his face while the rest was tied back in a long ponytail. He was definitely a striking figure.

"What would you like?"

Allen was almost startled when he heard him speak. He had a silken voice and a deep dark gaze.

"Sir! Would you like to order?" there was a note of annoyance in the waiter's voice.

Allen noticed a scowl appear on his face. He felt a little embraced as he realized he had been staring at the man for some time now.

"E-em, a coffee please," he stuttered a little.

"Do you have a particular preference? What kind of coffee would you like?" the waiter asked and it seemed to Allen that he was willing himself not to grind his teeth.

What is his problem?

"French, a French coffee will be fine thank you," Allen said with a smile, trying not to pay too much attention to the gorgeous man in front of him.

"Che… Fine," the waiter said as he turned and walked to the bar.

What the…?

"Komui! French coffee!" the waiter said in a somewhat loud voice to the bartender.

"Kanda!" the man named Komui protested, "How many times have I told you to be more polite?"

"Then find a waiter! This is not my job and you know it!" Kanda mouthed off, which made the older man scowl a little.

Due to the few people present and the lack of much noise, Allen, who sat relatively near them, heard everything. He was no fool -he knew an opportunity when he saw one. So, he stood up and approached the counter.

"Excuse me?"

"What?!" Kanda, who had his back to him up until that moment, turned around looking irritated.

"Kanda -He is a customer," Komui reprimanded him again. Kanda simply turned, ignoring everyone and storming out one of the back doors of the café.

Komui smiled "Please forgive Kanda, he is not in the best of moods today. How can I help you?"

"I am sorry, I happened to hear what you said and…are you looking for a waiter?" he said almost timidly.

"Indeed we are. The last one quit quite abruptly and we haven't found anyone yet. Why? Would you be interested?"

"Yes indeed!" Allen replied with some enthusiasm. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.

"I see… Do you have any experience?" Komui enquired.

"Some but not much, back in England I…"

The older man interrupted him, "Well some is better than none! I'm certain things will work out."

Allen couldn't help but smile and feel a sense of relief. He'd found a job, it wasn't his dream job but it was a job none the less. Not to mention he liked the place and Komui seemed quite enthusiastic and open-hearted.

Perhaps the day wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: I will update only if you want me to so please leave a review. This is my first fic and I need advice on how to better my writing. Also, help me decide other pairings.