It was a busy morning at the coffee shop, customers coming in here and there, the sun brightly shining in the mid-morning sky. Music playing on the radio just made you want to boogie, which you did a bit, making sure not to overdo it. This wonderful day was the day when you first met him Allistor Kirkland.

Francis, your boss and best friend, had asked you to work as a cover that Tuesday morning. You were cleaning the counters down and sipping a cup of tea as a 'break' in between serving some customers, and sometimes they would catch you singing or bobbing around as you went.

You ruffled your (length) hair before putting it back into place after going OTT with the boogie. It made your customers smile and laugh, which in turn made you ever-the-more cheerful especially when a rowdy group of men came in, particularly the tall one at the back of the group.

"Try not to get thrown out of this shop, OK, Allistor?" A British accent called from the back of the group next to him.

"Aye, I won't lad." The tall, red-headed man told the smaller British one. "I'll order!" He flashed a grin at the boys, and it grew when your eyes met his own. They were a brilliant green- such a contrast from his fiery hair and personality.

"Good morning, sir. What would you like?" You smiled sweetly at him.

"Well, lass. Tea fer the Blonde, Wynnie'll have water. The twins will have coke an' I'll have coffee." The Scotsman leaned on the counter as you figured how much it'll be and money exchanged.

"I'll bring it right over to you, please enjoy your visit!" You cheeped as you gracefully glided behind the counter to make all the drinks.

The redhead made his way to the group, whom sat by the windows at the front of the shop.

"I'm surprised you didn't try to talk her into a date or something"

"Nae, the lass looks too busy Arty. Maybe when she comes over with our drinks though.'" The bellow could be heard by Francis who was going to serve some cakes to table 12.
You didn't hear on the other hand, you were bouncing to your favourite song being played on the radio, hair coming out of place again while finishing the drinks. You made your way to the red-head's table, table 3.

"Hey, lass, work here often do ye?" Questioned the red-head.
"Mhm… Usually on a Monday, Thursday and Saturday mornings usually. Now, tea for ..."
"Me. I'm Arthur, thank you." The blonde British-accented one spoke.
"Water for ..."
"Wynn. Thanks." The quiet man with mousy brown hair raised his hand slightly.
"And the coke?"
"That's us miss, Connor and Brendan." The two Irish accented ones almost yelled in unison with copper hair, like the taller brother.

You paused briefly to set down their drinks before placing the coffee.

"So, You're the coffee then. Here you go lads, please enjoy."
"Oh lass, before ye go... Do ye want to meet me later maybe?" The red-head grinned from ear to ear, leaning his arm on the table holding onto your hand.

"Well, how 'bout tomorrow instead? I think I'll be working late today." You blushed lightly and pulled your hand back, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Aye, how about we meet at the park lass? Yer'll be looking for Allistor."
"Okay then, I'll see you there, at 2." You smiled sweetly at him, and his softer spoken younger brothers.
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As time went on, you started feeling flustered by the man. His cheeky, loud personality. The way he dressed. His fiery red hair. His shinning green eyes, and his lips. But most of all you fell for his accent.

That deep, Scottish accent...

Sigh...