Author's Note: Just a little drabble about Raven. A story is already coming to mind. As much as I wish, I don't own Scott Levy, aka Raven.
He stood outside the little coffee house cafe with a stupid grin on his face. Scott Levy hadn't been there in over a year and a half as his schedule had not permitted him to slip away to the little village of Shorewood, Wisconsin. He had first stepped foot into Truffles Cafe on a snowy December night nine years prior. His damn rental car had gotten stuck in the snow and he needed a place to wait inside. They were about to close but the teenage waitress begged the owner, a nice lady of seventy-four, to let him wait. That night he tasted what he considered the best homemade tomato soup in the world. He had been hooked ever since. Even if whatever promotion he was with didn't make a stop near Milwaukee he'd make a special weekend trip out there.
He tried to get that grin off of his face as he watched the familiar backside of the once teenage waitress. As soon as he saw her pause at the counter he opened the door, cringing at the jingle it made. A waitress he didn't know stared at him from behind the counter and he put his finger to his lips. As quietly as he could he snuck up behind the unsuspecting waitress, placing his hands over her eyes. "So, what's the special?" A happy giggle of surprise came from the waitress. "Scott!" His arms wrapped around her as she turned to wrap her arms around his neck. "Giselle!" He held her tightly, catching the scent of her from those deep ruby locks.
Giselle De'Allure was ecstatic. It had been forever since she had seen Scott and his visit had been a surprise. Scott wasn't doing any shows around the area. It still amazed her after all these years he kept coming back. Maybe it was still a slight case of awe at the sight of the wrestler in the cafe. She had gotten over most of it one fateful night three years prior. After a couple of moments she pulled out of the hug and proceeded to smack his arm lightly. "What was that for?!?" She glared up at him. "For being gone for so long!" Scott laughed, wrapping an arm around her. "Not by my choice!"
Scott put in his order before leading the waitress for a table. "I never thought I'd see the day Vi redecorated." The modern looking internet coffeehouse had replaced a cozy little cafe and bakery that looked like it was in the middle of someone's garden. Giselle's face darkened and tilted down towards the floor. Scott stared at her. "Vi died about six months ago Scott." He was stunned. Vi was Giselle's great aunt, Verrian De'Allure, and former owner of Truffles Cafe. "Shit GiGi, I'm sorry. What happened?" Giselle shrugged. "Not really sure. They say natural causes. She left the place to my father. She didn't give a damn and gave it to my mother in replace of a year of alimony. Well, she decided to completely change the place, going for something to draw large crowds to make more money. We're still famous for Vi's baking though, through me."
Her face buried in her hands, hiding tears. Scott pulled her hands away from her face. "Gi, what's wrong?" "I hate it here. I hate what this place has become. I want out but I can't bring myself to let mother ruin Vi's cafe." He listened to her words as he pulled her into his lap. A really ludicrous idea popped into his head. "Let's go." Her head tilted up. "Go?" Scott nodded. "Let's get out of here." There was a confused look on her face. "Where? I'm in the middle of a shift. Scott grinned. "Atlanta." Giselle stared at him in shock. Atlanta was where he lived... Slowly she pulled herself from his lap and untied the black apron that was around her waist. "Hey Lissie..." The girl behind the counter looked up. "Tell my mother I won't be back from my lunch." Scott grinned, gently taking her arm, leading her out of the cafe to his car.