Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. Just using the characters for this fanfic!

This chapter is where Four is introduced...well, kind of. You'll see!

TRIS POV

I wake around 9am with the sun shining through my window. I get up and stretch and look around my room for a moment before taking my time unpacking my 2 suitcases. I unload the clothes into the closet and dresser and the rest of my toiletries into the bathroom. I then go downstairs and find myself wandering around a bit more, taking in more of the details of the house than I did last night. I admire the paintings on the walls and the framed pictures on the mantle of the fireplace. Many of which are of Chris and her friends, some of she and I growing up, as well some of her family.

I eventually make my way back upstairs, take a shower and blow dry my hair. I put on some black leggings, a gray sweater (covering the tattoo on my collar bone) and my black combat booties. I am casual, but somewhat nicely dressed since I plan on doing a little job hunting today. I put on some light make-up, put on my small shoulder bag, grab my house key of the counter, then head out the door. As I step onto the curb, I look up and down the street both ways. The sun is out today, but it's still partially cloudy. The neighborhood is cute, with many mature trees in the yards. I don't exactly know which direction to go, but decide to head right. As I make my way down the sidewalk, a couple of people give me a kind nod or wave as they water their lawn or wash their car. I can't help but smile since it's so great here and everyone seems so friendly so far. After walking about 5 blocks, I come across a small part of the town with adorable shops and restaurants. I peek in the windows of the shops as I go. I enter a couple of the restaurants and ask for employment applications. One of which was very rude and turned me down right away. I get a little discouraged, but I continue on. Then I finally stumble upon what appears to be a coffee shop. I look up at the sign that says "Tori's Café" and I step through the door making the bell jingle that is hanging from the door. I get in the small line, excited to get some coffee and hopefully something to eat since my stomach is grumbling. I realize how cute this place is and already really like it. If their drinks are as good as they smell, then I see myself coming here regularly. I approach the register and order a large mocha. I notice they have a small display case of pastries and some lunch foods. So I decide to also get a blueberry scone.

After I grab my order and one of the local newspapers that was in the free bin, I sit down at one of the small tables by the window. I try skimming through the classifieds portion of the paper, while simultaneously enjoying my mocha and scone. I jot down the info of a couple of job possibilities. Then I go to throw away my trash and notice a tall slender woman with dark hair, sitting at one of the back tables. She has an apron on, making it obvious that she works here, but she appears to be doing some paperwork. Without much thought, I approach her.

"Sorry to interrupt, but are you Tori?" I ask a bit shyly.

She seems to be a little startled by my interruption, but looks up at me, smiles and extends her hand.

"Yes, I am Tori. How are you?" I shake her hand.

"I'm good, thank you. I am actually new to the area and I stopped in for a mocha and scone. Which were delicious by the way.." I say with a small smile "Anyway, any chance you're hiring?" I ask hopefully.

"Hmm, possibly…" she looks at me a little skeptically, but still in a friendly manner. "What kind of experience do you have?"

"Well, I recently moved from Chicago. My first job right out of high school was at the movie theater. Then I got a job at Ironside Café. I started as a greeter/hostess. But then a few months later, I was promoted to to waitress. And the eventually to lead-waitress, which also required that I master the espresso machine behind the bar. Plus, the manager would always leave me in charge when he wasn't there. So I had some extra responsibilities. I worked there for the last 2 years while going to college. But now I have moved here to Portland and I am in need of a new job". I say with a smile, hoping I gave enough info without rambling on too much.

"Wow, that's fantastic. You plan on staying here in Portland for a while?"

"Yes, that's the plan. I love it here so far" I say, hoping she doesn't ask how long I've actually been here. Somehow I think she may find it discouraging that I just got here last night and I'm already saying that I plan on staying here since I love it so much. But thankfully she moves onto another question.

"What is your availability?"

"I am not currently going to school and don't have anything else going on really. So pretty much any time and day of the week."

"Well, I do have a part-time spot opening up soon. Would you be interested in working for a few hours as a trial so I can see how you do?"

"Yes, absolutely. Thank you!"

"Great! Any chance you're available right now? I am actually a little short staffed today."

"Sure, no problem!"

"What's your name by the way?"

"Tris. Tris Prior."

"Well, Tris Prior, let's get you an apron and I will show you around a little".

She leads me to the back room where I store my bag and she gets me an apron. I put my hair in a ponytail and she shows me where everything is stored and where the dishes get washed in the back. Then she takes me to the front area to show me around and explain the basics of their style of espresso machine. She has me study the menu for a few minutes, but it's pretty similar to most coffee shops, so will be easy to get down. It's a fairly small shop, so it only takes about a half-hour for her to show me the ropes. Then she takes me behind the espresso bar to have me start making drinks for customers. She observes me make the first few, but then leaves me on my own. She has the other worker, Lauren, working the register and taking orders. Lauren has platinum blonde hair, is a little taller than me, and despite wearing a bit too much make-up for my taste, she is very pretty. She is very kind to most of the customers. But she seems a little uptight and isn't as nice to me as she is to others. Oh well, I am trying to get a job. I can't dwell on that, so I try not to let it bother me. After a couple of hours, I am feeling more confident and I have a good feeling Tori is happy with my work so far.

I smile to myself slightly at that thought and I wipe the counter down in front of me as I wait for the next drink order. Then Lauren takes another order and hands me the "to-go" cup for it. After reading the order on the side of the cup, I look at Lauren with some confusion and whisper "This says Four…is that some type of special instructions with espresso shots or something?"

"No" she says with a condescending giggle "It's just a standard Iced Coffee. His name is 'Four'.

"Oh, ok" I say and continue to make the drink. Once it's done, I call it out.

"I have a large iced coffee ready for Four" I say kindly as I place it on the pick-up counter. I can't help but be curious about this person's name being a number. That probably isn't their real name, right? I think about that for a second, but my thought is interrupted as he approaches the counter to grab the drink.