'I didn't get the role, Rach. I didn't get the role because I deniad dyeing my hair.' 'What?,' Rachel, NYADA absolwent, looked a little disappointed. It wasn't supposed to be like this, because, damn it, they graduated NYADA. They should star on Broadway right now. Well, maybe not on Broadway, but at least star somewhere, right? Not work at cafes or shops and have trouble with paying for their flat every month. 'You know, Kurt, you could always wear a toupee. And you... Wait, maybe there's still a chance, if you call and tell them about a toupee they will -'

'Rach, stop. Please. Just stop it,' Kurt sighed. Rachel was really great friend and probably the best person to discuss roles, castings and musicals with, but sometimes she was, well, she. 'I thought about it. No toupee allowed, they requested dyeing my hair pink. I don't know why, director is a freak. Or he just behaves like a one. It wasn't worth it.'

'Ok, ok. Your choice. Here you are, drink a coffee.' It really wasn't supposed to be like this. Instead of fulfilling their dreams, what were they doing? Rachel worked at the small cafe. Kurt was unemployed. Rachel kept saying that they just haven't had their chance yet, but what if this chance won't come at all?

'Now excuse me, he just came.'

'Wait, what?' Kurt turned around right at the moment to see curly haired boy entering the cafe.

'Hey.' Rachel greeted the Mysterious Boy, who answered with a nod and small smile. 'Your usual coffee?'

'Indeed.' answered the Boy and he looked around. Then he took his coffee from Rachel and sat at the table by one of the windows.

'Rach, who's that?'

'Who's who?'

'Who's that boy?'

'Dear God, Kurt, you weren't listening to me again, right? I told you about him two days ago. And you commented 'oh, interesting'. I thought you were paying attention!'

'Tell me again then.'

'Well, I don't know exactly who he is. He keeps coming here everyday at 5 and ordering same coffee. Then he usually sits all alone at the same table for an hour. End of the story.'

'Everyday? Wow. Since when?'

'My co-workers say that almost for a year. I mean, he's came alone for a year. Earlier he was coming with friends.'

'Oh, interesting.' Kurt took a sip of his coffee and eyed the Mysterious Boy again. He looked, well, nice. Curly dark hair, hazel eyes, not too tall and, again, nice. Chances of him being single gay? Probably none.

'You see, same comment. But of course you're not listening to me again, just eye-fucking him even when we don't know his name yet and-'

'God, Rachel, maybe not so loud?' Kurt hissed and finally looked at his friend. She had perfecly innocent exspression. 'And I'm not eye-fucking him. I'm just, you know, watching. Oh no, he's heard us, hasn't he?'

The Mysterious Boy stood up and began walking in their direction. But instead of asking blushing Kurt about his 'watching', he turned to Rachel.

'Can I get another coffee? Well, two coffees maybe.'

'Ymm, sure. It's something new.' Rachel smiled to him and started making new coffees.

'Well, yes. Finally.' Boy's smile grown even wider and Kurt just couldn't take his eyes off it. How someone could smile so freakin' wide and, to be honest, cute?

'Here you are.' Rachel handed him two cups of coffee and he came back to his table. When Boy sat down, Rach turned to Kurt again. 'You like him.'

'I don't like him and I don't even know him. I think he isn't ugly. It's a difference.'

'But you can always talk to him, why not? I'm sure he won't bite. He seems quite nice.'

'Maybe. But he has company.' It was true, another guy just entered cafe and sat next to Mysterious Boy, who handed him coffee. New Guy smiled and they started talking.

'Ouch. Sorry, Kurt.'

'For what? Anywaw, better tell me how your last casting went.'

'Well, it was a disaster. I don't know what was wrong with those people, but they were laughing all the time. You know I'm the professional so how am I supposed to work with someone who isn't even serious for a minute? And it was a drama, Kurt, drama. Not a comedy. Drama. And they were laughing.'

'I understand you perfectly. Where are good directors? Because I really wouldn't mind working with somebody who is-' Kurt stopped talking at the sound of slamming the door. The New Guy just left and Mysterious Boy was sitting alone at the table, looking at the floor. After a moment he stood up, grabbed his bag and walked to the place where they were standing, heading money to Rachel.

'Have you ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't've fallen in love with?' he asked her quietly.

'Well, I... Have you-'

'No. Maybe. I don't know. Sorry. That's for coffees. Keep the rest.' and he turned back and left the cafe without looking back.

'Wow, it was... something new.'

'In fact, it was interesting. So, Rachel, you know I need money. Yesterday you was saying something about free job here. Is this offer still current?'