HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

So I had this little idea out of nowhere and think it could turn into a big fic but am only testing the waters with it just now to see if you guys like it, so please please please review and tell me if you like it/if you want me to continue it. The continuation depends on you guys so if you like it tell me and ill keep it going, otherwise I'll think its no good and leave it be. I'm quite excited this is only my second fic, up until now I've been focusing all my attention on the one Carenzo/Klaroline I've been doing but I'm really enjoying writing this stuff so am gonna branch out and do more hopefully :) Anyway hope you like it, enjoy!

Don't you just hate it when you can't get inspired no matter what you do, what used to be a passion was now a total drag? That's how Klaus was feeling at the moment. Staring at a canvas as blank as his expression, he wondered when his life lost the excitement of being a painter. He was currently living in a loft in New York and had been for the past year or so, he had lived his dream since he arrived and filled his life with art and partying, before new York it was new Orleans, before that it was Chicago, he travelled all over the country soaking in the culture and creating his wonderful pieces of art. When did it all get so dull? He felt like every crazy night of drinking was the same as the last and the people he met were all merging into a big blur of unexciting faces. It was his adventurous nature that got him out in the world getting inspired to paint, but nothing was working anymore and he had been at a loss for months.

He needed to get inspired somehow, his loft was silent except from some street noise from outside and the slow Tick... Tick… Tick... of the clock, which matched the pounding rhythm in his temples from his drinking session the night before. Usually the quiet peace of his loft made him paint better and got his creative juices flowing, but here he was just staring at the blank canvas in front of him with absolutely nothing. Not a drop of inspiration was coming his way and his life was dull, missing something. The idea of living his life freely and not knowing where his next pay check was coming from was exciting when he was 21 and poor, but he had built quite a fortune over the years… so what was he doing it for now? For the love of painting I suppose? Well he hadn't been quite so excited about it recently, what was going on? How could he get that passion back?

He needed a new muse, but the truth was he hadn't met anyone who sparked his interest in a long time if ever, he seemed to go from woman to woman finding something wrong with each one, yeah they were all okay but nothing spectacular, no one worth hanging around for, no one inspiring.

Klaus stared and stared, looking from the paintbrush in his hand back to the canvas, he was starting to get annoyed. With his paints, his empty canvas and in life in general maybe, and the pounding in his head didn't help.

Klaus put his paintbrush down on the nearby table with a bang and stood to find his jacket, resigned to the fact that he wasn't getting anything onto a canvas today he thought it'd be a good idea to get out of the house for a while. He decided to go for a coffee somewhere and, I don't know, go for a walk somewhere, maybe he'd find some inspiration in the park. He rolled his eyes at himself, even good old central park seemed dull to him now, but he wasn't going to get anywhere sitting home alone with a headache. Klaus grabbed his keys and wallet, and also a sketchbook to put in his bag, hopefully he'd need it but somehow he doubted it. With one last look at his annoyingly blank canvas, he headed out the door and slammed it behind him.

As Klaus walked down the street he looked all around and he was bored, bored of the streets, the endless crowds of people, how hectic everything was, everyone was rushing around like they had something to be doing and people to see, everyone except him. He wandered aimlessly not taking any care in which direction he was going, he felt aa bit lost in this huge city, looking for something, but he didn't know what.

He wanted a coffee but found himself passing Starbucks after Starbucks, people sitting on their laptops and reading books, this is the kind of thing that bored him half to tears, the kind of place he spent day after day grabbing coffee after coffee. Not today. For some reason Klaus just wasn't up for sitting with pretentious people working away on laptops.

After walking for a good half hour, he took a wrong turn somewhere off 5th avenue and found himself somewhere a little off the beaten track. He stopped and looked at his surroundings and to his surprise found a little café across the street. "Chance in Counter" the name read. He raised an eyebrow at the name, and thought it was strange, but it looked better than Starbucks. He sighed and crossed the road to head inside.

When inside he was pleasantly surprised, the place was quiet and spacious, and homely, with couches and comfy chairs. The walls were covered in quite beautiful artwork he thought, nothing he's seen before so it obviously wasn't by a famous artist. There was something quite authentic and real about this place, which is why he decided to ditch his visit to the park for now and have a sit in instead of coffee to go like usual. Maybe looking at the unusual artwork all around him could get his creative juices flowing, and he'd need his sketchbook after all.

He headed towards the counter, the first thing that caught his eye was a barista with beautiful blonde wavy hair that reflected a ray of sunlight beaming in through the window. Klaus tipped his head to one side to look at her, she was facing the other way so he couldn't see her face, and he waited patiently for her to turn around so he could get a look at her. As he drew closer to the counter to order his coffee she obviously heard him approaching and turned on her heel.

The woman in front of him was absolutely stunning, the most beautiful he'd seen in a long time. Her eyes were dazzling blue, and her blonde hair framed her perfect face, her skin pale with slightly flushed cheeks, and those lips were quite distracting too.

"What can I get you?" she asked in a tone that lacked the sweetness her beautiful face suggested.

"What would you recommend love?" he said raising his eyebrow at her with his signature mischievous half smile.

"It's coffee, not a 5 star restaurant. They do have coffee in England right?" She replied dryly with a no bullshit, I'm not in the mood attitude.

"I'll have a large latte then." He said smugly still grinning, he liked the fact that she wasn't one for chit chat.

"To go?" she said and raised her eyebrow at him.

"Oh no I think I'll stay a while love, how could I resist such excellent customer service." He said sarcastically.

He thought he saw a small smile cross her lips before she turned her back again towards the coffee machine.

"I'll bring it over to your table then, sir." She took care to amplify the word "sir" in response to his comment about her customer service and it made him smile.

With a grin from ear to ear, he took one last look at her and turned on his heel to find a lovely spot in the window, he took off his jacket, put his bag down and got comfortable. His mood had improved drastically in the last few minutes. She was fiery and he liked her already, it wasn't often that people spoke to him like that, Klaus just naturally gave off a certain demeanour that said he was not to be messed with, people were always giving him exactly what he wanted and women would jump at the chance to spend a night with the renowned painter Niklaus Michaelson. Lots of people were generally scared of him, he could be quite an intimidating character at times.

But goldilocks wasn't afraid of him. What a totally refreshing change of pace, and here she came.

"Is there anything else I can get you, sir?" she said sweetly, Klaus guessed it was her best sarcastic retort of playing little miss perfect people skills.

"You know, I think I preferred it when you were moody… this doesn't suit you." He responded in his deep husky voice with a wolfish grin.

She gave him a small smile and put his latte down on the table.

"Thank you…" he glanced down at her name badge, "Caroline." He added looking back up at her with his half smile that usually drove girls crazy, but his efforts seemed to be going unnoticed as she twirled on her heel and headed back behind the coffee counter, his charms usually made women weak at the knees, but this was no ordinary woman.

Klaus had an idea, he grabbed his bag and got out his sketchbook, it turns out he would need it after all. Contrary to his earlier idea, he didn't look at the paintings on the wall of the café at all that afternoon, he just sketched her.

He sipped on his latte and thought back to the name of the café, it made him chuckle to himself. Chance encounter indeed. If he needed a new muse he had found it, who would have thought it would be in a random café in the middle of nowhere, on an ordinary Sunday afternoon.

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