Coffee Philosophy

By Infinitis-hime A humble fiction writer.

Another Dilly/Celly fic... Bad!!! Bad Infinitis!!!! (But I can't help myself Sweatdrop)

Disclaimer: I don't own esca or Starbucks T.T

AU/Reality/One-Shot Can Starbucks coffee flavors reflect your personality, or is it just a stupid topic that brings two souls closer together? CelenaDilandau Pairing WHOOHOO!!

N-e-ways. On with the fic!!

Coffee Philosophy

Celena's Point of View

"One Tall White Chocolate Mocha, please." My smile gleamed with brilliance. It's probably because today's my day off. Or maybe it's because I finished using those whitening strips for teeth. It didn't matter, 'cuz today is my day!

"I said, that'll be five dollars and fifty-four cents."

My mind woke up to the slightly irritated Starbucks employee. "Oh!" I fished for a five and a one in my slightly large purse. "Sorry." I replied while I gave him my money.

"No need for apologies, Miss" He sighed. The tired looking employee ringed the cash register and gave me my change and receipt. I slid my hand back down my purse to put them away. As I started to take my mocha, I noticed the cashier drinking his own coffee. I leaned and tried to get a sniff without being noticeable. ...House blend...smooth...with a hint of chocolate and----- OH! So THAT'S why he's pushy.

"I hope you have a good day." I smiled as I picked up my coffee. The middle aged employee just stared, almost in a state of shock. From what I have figured out about coffee goers, if a person is drinking something with chocolate and espresso that means the poor soul is having a long bad day.

Sometimes I think I have too much time on my hands. Although, my favorite hobby is people-watching at my nearest Starbucks. My feet guide me to a comfy silver lounge chair in a corner. With a joyous flop, I relaxed on the cushioned chair. The chair was so comfy it kinda reminded me of a Simmons bed. I sat my coffee down on a small, round glass table to cool and reached for a book from inside my semi-large purse. The book I got out is called Fruits Basket. One of the most popular manga books for girls. I just got it today at Borders. My fingers quickly turned to the page where I left off. I let out a small and quiet giggle. It seems like Kyo and Yuki are fighting again. Poor Tohru. Heehee, Yuki shoves leaks into Kyo's mouth in order to stop his yelling. Kyo is my favorite because he reminds me of a person that I know.

The door of the small coffee shop opens. My eyes don't look up from my book. The customer slams it shut. I could tell it was a male because his footsteps are well paced and hard, a little too hard.

"Hey! One Tall Espresso Sumatra Frappichino!"

"Ok!! Ok. You don't have to yell so loud. Sheesh."

A certain someone is NOT in a good mood today. I looked over my book to see a glimpse of the customer. Just as he turned to sit, I brought the book back to cover my face. Yep! It's him.

My ears could hear the growls of the young man as he tries to find a seat. I looked again and I noticed where the last seat was. He gives out a frustrated sigh. HA! How ironic fate is. The young man flops down on the silver chair next to me. He almost spilled his Frappichino when he set (slammed) his cup on the small glass table in-between us. I put my book back into my purse for fear of getting it spilled with coffee, probably HIS coffee. I turned to the frustrated boy. His hair seemed to mach the couch, literally!! He looked to be in a sulking state when he put his hand on his cheek to lean on. The boy kept on muttering 'Chiku Chiku'. It seems like he's hiding something...

"Good morning Dilly!!"

He shoots a glare at me. How typical. "It's Dilandau. And what's so good about this morning?"

"Then what's so bad about it?" I replied.

"Jeez. I don't know..." He sounds sarcastic.

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"WOW! What makes you think that?" Dilandau leans to me over the table while giving me 'the look'. But I finally noticed what he was hiding. There seemed to a bandage on his right cheek. My chest hurt a bit, but I didn't let him see how concerned I was. It looked like some blood was seeping though. I turned my body his way and poked on his bandage.

"Ow!! What the F-" I quickly covered his mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Babies and Ladies present."

He pulled my hand away. "The he--" His eyes caught onto some kids by their mother. "-hem..." The boy flopped back down on the comfy chair. It looks like he's given up.

I gave out a giggle. To a lot of people, Dilandau Albatou is a rebel and a bad guy. To some, like me, he's just misunderstood and an outcast. I knew him since childhood. Back then; I was taken care of by the most wonderful person in the world, Jajuka. When I was five, I lived with my mother, father, and brother but I lost my parents in an accident. So Jajuka took me in. I'm still trying to fing my brother, but everything seems to be in vain...

"Yo! Celena!!" I woke from my stupor as Dilandau snaps his fingers right in front of my face.

"Huh? Nani?" I said as I shook my head.

"Your coffee's getting cold." He points to my cup.

"Oh, thanks for reminding me!" I took the cup and savored every drop.

Dilandau seems to be looking at me for a long time... Oh well. I drank halfway and put my cup down. "Mmmm, that was good."

"Did you get a White Mocha today?" He asked calmly, a bit too abnormal.

I smiled. "Yep! Sure did!"

"It seems like every time I see you here, you're always drinking that stuff."

"Then I guess you only see me on happy days."

He lifts an eyebrow. "Wha?"

"I get a White Mocha because I feel like it. Usually when I'm in a good mood."

"Uhhhh. Ok..."

Hmmm. I looked for some other people I know. My finger pointed to a girl in a chair all by herself. "With Jennie over there, she's drinking a Vanilla cappuccino. That means there is something sweet or sad happening in her life. I heard just recently that her boyfriend had to go to school at Oxford." I sighed. "Poor girl. So she unconsciously chooses Vanilla because it reflects her feelings, like sadness."

"Weird-"

I felt kind of happy that he's somewhat intrigued. It's a stupid idea, but it kind of connects.

"So, tell me... What kind of feeling do I have?" He hands me his Frappichino. My lips took a sip. A blush slightly creped up when I realized I was drinking from HiS cup.

"Uh..." I tasted the flavors. Espresso for awakening. Sonatra bean for roughness or uneasiness. Milk and cream to cover the bitterness...

"It seems that something is going on that makes you uneasy, but you want to come to your full senses so you try to make the uneasiness go away with your pride..."

Dilandau takes his coffee away from me and sets it back on the table. Silence dominated for a wile between us. I hope I didn't offend.

"You a psychic or something?" He asks.

Did I get it right?? Woah! Man, maybe I do have too much time on my hands. "Well, they say you are what you eat. In this case, I guess is what you drink." My lips form a nervous smile at him. Dilandau looked away. I know something's on his mind.

"Can you tell me what happened to your face?"

.........

"You don't-" I stared to apologize but he cut me off.

"I was training at the Kendo place late last night. There were a couple of people there I didn't like. So we had a fight."

I gave him a bonk on the head. "OW!! What the F-"

I quickly covered his mouth. "Do you ever learn?" I gave him my own 'look'.

He mumbled underneath my hands.

"Was it that Fanel boy again?" I lift my hands off his mouth.

"Perhaps..."

A sigh comes out of my mouth. "I've seen you practice with him before. Maybe if you don't taunt him as much as you do now, he'll probably get off your back."

Dilandau turns away from me to the other side of the comfy chair with a sulking look. "You don't know anything." He muttered.

How dare he say that! "Humph! What makes you think that? I almost practically lived with you most of my life. We were both taken in and raised by Jajuka. You're only a couple of steps away from my apartment door. You used tell me everything ever since we were young. Even your darkest secrets. And now you say I don't know anything??"

He just stares out through the window now. I think I might have gone too far.

"I-I'm sorry." He needs to learn that he shouldn't hide things. He's sort of right. I don't actually know what's up whim and Van. I shouldn't get in-between their disputes. He still looks through the window. I get up. Maybe I should leave him be.

Just as I touched the door...

"Hey! Celly! You forgot your drink!" My head turns to see him walking to me with my cup at hand. I reached for the cup, but Dilandau lifts it up so that I can't reach it.

"I wonder what it tastes like..."

Heh. It looks like Dilandau-kun is back to his normal arrogant self. I strain to reach it some more. "It's pretty good, but I think you won't (grunts) like it. So—would you please- give it back??"

"Oh come on! You got a sip from mine. So let me taste yours." Quickly, he takes a swig.

Not long after, his face looked distorted as he swallowed. "Uhg!! That's disgusting!"

I took my cup back while I stick my tongue out at him. "Didn't I tell you? You have to trust me sometimes." I gave a matter-of-factly and walked though the door.

It seems like I was followed.

"What are you doing Dilandau-sama?" I turned my head to look him in the eye.

"Nothing. I'm just going to get some stuff at home." His fingers ran over his new cut.

"Liar" I whispered. A smile got plastered on my face again. I noticed that what he's doing now is kind of his way to 'Walk me home'.

And just think, it's all because of Starbucks. I blush. Isn't coffee the greatest thing?

Owari

Finally

I dedicate this fic to all the Celena/Dilandau fans and lovers of coffee.

I had this silly idea on my mind for too long Plus, it kind of works... kinda... maybe only with Vanilla and Mocha...

If you like this pairing, please check out my other stories like Fire and Water and Dream for a Dragon.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! If anyone likes this fic, I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A SEQUAL that's not just about coffee. I NEED AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS OF APPROVAL. I WILL AGAIN SAY THANKS FOR READING THIS FIC!!