This is my first ever one-shot. So, let's see how it goes…
I don't own Pokemon.
Cabernet gave the hot liquid sitting in her teacup a little swirl with her spoon, as her fingertips pelted against the soft oak-panelled surface of the table that she perched at. Her Dewott stood quietly beside her, as a tall chivalrous knight almost. Initially, the waiter felt it wasn't bourgeois of the Café to let the Pokemon roam free, however Cabernet's glare along with her Pokemon's talons caused him to change his mind swiftly, and he hasn't dared quoted the Café's policies at her ever since.
The café was indeed silent, yet Cabernet believed that a quiet atmosphere could bring about the most sincere tastes in a person's cuisine.
It was also a quality that she famously had in abundance, and never quite gained the opportunity to convey around this particular person. She was flighty, and unfocused every time they crossed paths, something else obstructing her mind, and it pained her every time she left them standing there, in the murky mistiness of confusion.
"An invitation…" She whispered softly into the air, "So I can adequately express my feelings."
A confession- Cabernet was never an eloquent performer when it came to matters of the heart, quite the opposite, actually. Her mouth sagged nervously; twenty minutes late, and she probably had to order another cup of tea. This one was growing cooler. And so were her feet.
Still, she had time to confess, to think…
The waiter, when she arrived, her face flushed and bright, her hair, like a storm at sea, and her unsettled motions, tangled in one of her reveries, was slightly bemused, yet still asked the same question as courteously as ever.
"A table for one, Madam?
However, though her body language didn't shock him, her answer certainly did.
"Non- table for two today."
As the waiter prepared the table, he mused to himself. Who on earth could try and tame that wild spirit with romance…
Cabernet rehearsed aloud, her purple curls bobbing furiously, as her Dewott nodded and shook his head, judging her many phrases of confession.
"So, um, I just realised that-"
"Dewott deeew-ott. (Too hasty, Miss)"
"Maybe I've never truly mentioned it, but our dish would be the finest if you just swivelled in your ingredients in with mine."
"Dewott! (Direct!)"
Cabernet blushed scarlet. "D'accord, d'accord…"
However, after many attempts, Cabernet felt it was hopeless. Besides, her guest still hasn't arrived. Dewott placed a paw on Cabernet's elbow, as she pushed the dinky folding chair back into the table, defeated. Maybe she foresaw the wrong taste to the dish, after all…
As she picked up the letter, faded and dirtied with her own excited fingerprints, the Café's bell tinkled.
The noise went right through her heart, as she dared herself to turn to the door. There, her eyes traced every line of the door, and the figure that stood there, the sunlight peaking through the gaps, made minute by their large purple hair.
"You have a leaf in your hair, Iris." Cabernet told her, with a little smile, and reached over to take it out. As her fingers delicately plucked out the small piece of foliage, Cabernet realised she didn't need to make her confession anymore. She just did.
Yeah, it's Raisinshipping, what ship did you think it was? |D
Bit rubbish, but anyways.
Um, yes, I do support Raisin, but Sommelier still remains as my OTP.
Reviews are cherished.
-DarkLikeitornot.