A/N: I been working on this for a while, and I finally finished it. Hope you guys like it as much as I enjoyed working on this.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

I always thought I was meant to be alone drowning in misery, yet fate had other plans for me. It involved throwing a oafish blond into my life.

I still remember the first time I saw him. It was a cold, rainy winter's day. I wanted to be home enjoying my heater while I read a book, but my loud annoying brother called me asking if I wanted to go to a festival with him. I refused, so he said he was going to visit me. I knew I had to leave before he had the chance to bother me until I gave in.

I went to a little cafe with a book in hand. The place was somewhat empty, so I didn't have to tolerate too many humans.

I seated myself at a table in the corner away from humans with a small cup of black coffee, and my book in hand. I let myself get pulled into the world of fiction.

I was sipping my drink with my eyes glued to my book when I heard the little bell on the door ring. It was odd for me to notice a small noise when reading. Nevertheless, I looked at the door as it opened.

That's when I saw him. His tall figure lingered a bit in the doorway before he walked into the cafe. He was clad in a bartenders suit with a messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. A white scarf wrapped around his neck, and a pair of glasses sat on his nose. His blond strands wet from the rain glisten as the cafe's lights illuminated him. Creating a unearthly appearance of an angel. He looked as pure as the water that was dripping from his hair. He looked kind and gentle. I didn't think it was possible for me to think that of a another human without calling it fake. I was left breathless as he gracefully made his way towards a table.

I was so overwhelmed with how beautiful, and perfect he looked when suddenly he tripped on air. Instantly destroying the magical scene he created.

I watched in disbelief as he grabbed onto a tray with four steaming cups of hot coffee. The human holding the tray released his grip, and the blond came crashing down with the drinks. Only a small noise escaped his mouth as he fell. I returned to reality when his face hit the floor. He was drenched from head to toe with coffee. Despite how much pain he should of been in he didn't let it show. He looked more concerned about the mess he created then the hot coffee soaking him.

I was reminded that although his features were flawless he was still a stupid human. It was proven when he opened his mouth to release a string of embarrassed apologies on all fours to the glaring human in front of him.

I watched as dark brown liquid dripped from his hair replacing the clean pure drops he held before. They were dark, and muddy as if reflecting my new thoughts of him. No longer able to witness the ridiculous scene I sighed, and left the refuge of the cafe to escape the chaos the blonde had created. Out in the cold with my novel in hand I ran off somewhere void of humans. I blissfully forgot the whole incident.

A/N: This looks nothing like what I planed to write, so it toke so much longer to get out. Still I am glad with the way it turned out. This is going to take a while for me to update. Right now it looks like slow updates.