Hello there! Well, this is a english version of "Corazon delator" by ASiriusBussines, i just traslated it. I'm really sorry if there are lots of grammar mistakes, I did my best ;A;

So, we really hope you like this fic! It's a Maleval coffee shop AU.

Second chapter comming soon.

Disclaimer: we don't own any of this characters, sadly.


She had the morning shift to open the coffe shop that day. Odd thing, because she usually took the late shift so she could stay up late, enjoying her books and relaxing to the moolight that came through the window. But it was Saturday, and Stephan had called last night asking her if she could replace him, because he wasn't feeling well. Ha! Surely he went partying and didn't want to go to work with a hangover, and knowing that Maleficent coulnd't say no, he abused of that particular gif he had on her; he always did it, but she just coulnd't say no, and cursed herlself for it.

Since she saw him for the first time she fell for him, it was never easy to socialize with people and Stephan was her first friend, and perhaps her first love; he always knew it even though she never came to say it out loud for fear of loosing their friendship, and the bastar took avantage of it.

She shook her head trying to erase those negatives thoughts while she was putting on the uniform.

In the mornings there was just one barista working, and usually nobody went there on weekends, and she appreciattedto have a momento of solitude.

So, when she heard the door opening 15 minutes later, she cursed under her breath, not wanting to deal with anybody until her morning bad mood had passed.

Without even looking at her client, and much less smile, she finished tying up her hair and talked to the stranger on the other side of the counter.

- May I take your order?-

The boy at the counter looked her up and down, and smiled faintly.

- Do you always treat your costumers like that? Because a "good morning" doesn't kill anybody.

Maleficent looked up suspiciusly because of the stranger words, and her eyes were lost in the boy's eyes for a moment. They were black, deep and had a penetrating gaze. She looked at him, he had a light complexion, almost of her stature and had his hair pulled back, with some wild bangs falling into his forehead.

She raised a eyebrow before answering.

- Only to the ones I want to leave fast – She said, giving him her best hypocritical smile, wanting to make him unconfotable, so he would leave faster. Seriously, it was too much to ask for some quiet? God, how she hated mornings.

The boy laughed at her words, throwing her off a little – How interesting. You saying that makes me more eager to stay here – He smiled even more.

If looks could kill, Maleficent would have been a murderer in that moment.

- Your order, please – She thought that if she didn't follow his game he would get bored and let her be. She coulnd't understad why he irritated her so much.

- Seriusly, you are going to scare all your costumers away with that look. Anyway, I want a large latter to go – He was resigned to not argue with her.

- It'll be done in a minute – She said, following her plan of "ignoring the annoying boy"

She grabed one of the cups and went towards the machine to make the boy's order. She felt her back burnt under the blackhaired boy stare. God, he was giving her a headache.

She finished making his coffea and handed it to him – It's $ 22

- Mmmm... Aren't you going to write my name on the cup? – Questioned the black haired boy.

Not believing his words, she almost barked when she asnwered him – It's not necesary since you are the only one here, unless you don't know how to count. It's $ 22

- Woah, what a nice temper - He Laughed again, this boy surely was suicidal – Still, I like to have my name written on the cup.

Resigned to the fact that he'll probably never leave until she write his name on the dammed cup, she took a black maker and looked at him, waiting.

- Diaval –

It was a joke right? Who name their son DIAVAL? Oh, wait... She was called Maleficent; guess his parents were aquially cruel to name him. Scribbling the letters on the back of the cup she handed the drink over.

They boy, "Diaval", took the cup, leaving the $ 22 on the counter, tuerned his back to her and went to sit on one of the tables.

- Weren't you leaving?

- Eh? Why would I? I haven't had my coffe yet – Answered Diaval, knowing that it wasn't that what she was asking.

- And why did you order a coffe to go if you are not leaving? – Her levels of frustation with this boy were reaching their limit.

- Mmmm... Just wanted to give you hope – He smiled at her after sipping his coffee.

She sighed, decided that this boy would not make her mad; then she started to clean the counter.

An hour passed and nobody else entered the coffee shop. There were only her and Diaval, who was reading silently. Glad that the black haired boy's attention was on his book and not on her, she went to where the teables were and started cleaning them.

She couldn't help to look at the cover of Diaval's book. It was the complete stories of Edgar Allan Poe.

Maleficent loved Poe, when she was a girl her father used to read his stories to her; of course, it wasn't for children, but she loved them nonetheless and the stories brought her a hint of nostalgia.

Then, her ayes fell on the owner of the book, who was really inmersed on his reading. Some bangs fall into his face.

Maleficent analyzed every detail of his face, she couldn't deny it, he was an arrogant guy, but a really attractive one. But even like that, she couldn't stand him.

Seriously.

Catching the look in her eyes, Diaval turned to her – I don't think I'm disturbing you by reading, right?

Coming out of her stupor, she blushed a little when he catched her staring. No, she wasn't staring at him, she was just watching the book.

- No, I was just surprised that you were reading Poe. Well... I'm surpresied you actually read – She said, trying to erase that momento of weakness before the blackhaired boy.

Diaval closed the book and stroked its cover – He's a great author if you apreciatte good literature – He said as his lips formed a smile – Although I prefer his poems, indeed "The Raven" is my favorite.

- A bit classic, don't you think? – It was her favorite too, but he didn't need to know that.

- Maybe, but it being classic doesn't mean it's bad – He glared at her in a way she douldn't decipher – I think it descrives pretty well how difficult is the desire of remembering and the desire to forget, unable to break away from the feeling of loss, when the raven repeated, on the threshold of the door, "Nevermore".

The depth of his words hit her, and she couldn't help her smile, with a bit of bitterness in it – That is... is a good analysis

- Aww, I should have had a recorder, you actually agrreed with me on something. You will bring tears to my eyes – He said jokingly.

- Do you have to be a headache all the time?

- Hahaha, nah, I just like to bother you. I like it when you get mad.

Sincerity, outright. Nor irony or arrogance on his words, none derogatory tune neither. And now she was blushing from head to toe. What was wrong with this guy? First he was like a thorn on the side and then he does things like these. Ughhhh, it was so frustrating.

- Okay, I'll propose you something

Maleficent looked at him expectantly.

- I'll go now, leaving you alone, if when you finish your shift you have coffee with me.

Maleficent looked at him like she didn't undertand his words

- So, what do you say? – He said, sipping the last of his coffee without taking his eyes off of her.

She hesitated for a moment, hesitated? Since when did she hesitated so much. And why couldn't she take her eyes off of him? Well, if she acepted he will leave, but then she would have to see him again later... She cursed under her breath.

- My shift ends at 15 – She said almost in a wishper.

A genuine smile crossed Diaval's fave, he rose from the table, putting his book inside his bag – At 15 then – And started to walk towards the door.

- I won't wait a minute for you, is that clear? – She cried out.

- Clear as water, Mistress – He said smiling, without turning, and leaving the place.

Mistress? She didn't know whether laugh at his words or what. [But] She coulnd't deny it, that boy was interesting.


So, there it is! Hope is not that bad and that you liked it! Please let us know in the reviews =D Thanks for reading.

Bye bye~

Kibumi W.