Diet Mountain Dew
baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses
'cause we gonna take a ride
i'm not gonna listen to what the past says
i've been waiting up all night
take another drag turn me to ashes
ready for another lie?
says he's gonna teach me just what fast is
say it's gonna be alright
The second time they meet is at a coffee shop on Lincoln.
It is very early, or very late for Klaus who has not slept yet and likely won't until he finds a suitable place to stay. The last time he slept outside when he awoke his wallet and shoes were gone.
But he was not going to make that mistake again, no sir! He was going to get a caffeine boost and power through until he found someone who was willing to let him stay at theirs.
He stands in line, shifting from foot to foot, already feeling the early dredges of exhaustion creeping into his limbs, when he hears the bell over the door ring, signaling someone's entrance and he catches a whiff of some sort of sweet, floral perfume as they get in line behind Klaus.
The smell is bright and feminine and smells a whole lot better than Klaus likely does at this point. He turns, taking a deep whiff, and is surprised to find that he recognizes the redhead to whom the scent belongs.
It looks like she is seeking some coffee after a long night as well, evident from the sequined body con dress and killer heels she's wearing, not to mention the fact that her makeup is slightly smudged. Klaus may have only met her once, but he's pretty certain that this isn't a typical day look for her.
She's searching her bag for something (Prada, maybe? Or Louis Vuitton? Klaus hasn't got a good enough look yet to know for sure.) but looks up when she realizes that he's looking at her.
"Hey there," he says, shamelessly looking her over before waggling his brows. Long night or not, she is still stunning.
She blinks, brow furrowing in confusion and for a moment she looks like she's about to snap at him until she seems to realize who he is.
"Hey," she begins, tilting her head slightly as she looks him over. "You're that guy."
"You're that girl," he echoes, turning to face her now. "Luna, right?"
She smiles slowly, seemingly pleased that he remembers. "Klaus."
She says his name softly, slowly and he finds he quite likes the way she says it (he liked the way she moaned it too if he remembers correctly).
"Of all the coffee joints in all the towns in all the world, you walk into mine," Klaus says.
She giggles slightly, shaking her head. "I live down the street," she says. "And you don't own this place."
He scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. "Details. The important part is that I got a laugh."
This time she scoffs. "Hardly."
"You laughed," he insisted, quite loudly, earning dirty looks from several other patrons who were apparently trying to enjoy their morning coffee in peace. Not that Klaus cared really. "I heard it. It was this sweet little giggle."
"You imagined it," Luna replied without missing a beat. "What are you doing here? You don't live on this street?"
"Clearly I am getting coffee," he says. That does get a laugh from her and he smiles victoriously.
"Why this coffee shop," she clarifies.
"Oh well I made a new friend last night who lives a block over, only they didn't want me to bunk with them so they kicked me out when we were done. Weren't as nice as you, I suppose," he says it as a joke, making light of the situation but instead of a laugh, he gets a nod of understanding.
"Yeah," she says. "My friend didn't want me to sleep over either."
What Klaus thinks would be a typical awkward lull in the conversation here doesn't happen because he doesn't let it. Instead, he scoffs, shaking his head.
"His loss then," he says. "You're a vision in the morning."
"Her," Luna corrects casually. "Her loss."
"Oh," Klaus nods knowingly. "Was she at least pretty?"
"Yeah, she was." There's a pause. "Kind of rude though. I mean, God, is it too much to ask to let me get a little shut-eye?"
"Right! Some people enjoy getting a little rest after fulfilling their more carnal desires."
Luna is quiet for a moment, looking at Klaus thoughtfully. "What do you say you and I head back to mine and get that sleep that we were so cruelly deprived of?"
"Wait, seriously?" Klaus isn't typically the type to be easily surprised but the offer was made so casually that he can't help it.
"Sure," she shrugs. "We'll go and we'll shower and we'll sleep and maybe do some other stuff. I don't have plans today."
She smiles softly, genuinely and for just a split second Klaus has to wonder if this girl is some kind of angel that was sent to him. But then he remembers all the things that they did the first time they met and he tells himself that no angel would ever do things like that.
He doesn't get a chance to answer before the barista is calling to him.
"Sir," she says, rather impatiently.
He turns, realizes that there is no longer anybody standing between him and the counter and takes one very large step up to it.
"Hi," he says as Luna steps up to stand just behind him. "As it turns out I don't need coffee so I'll take um…," he takes a moment to look at the spread of pastries on display beneath the glass counter, "a chocolate croissant. And whatever the lady is having, on me," he tilts his head to Luna, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the act of paying for her.
"A banana nut muffin," Luna says after a moment of deliberation.
"That'll be 3 dollars," the barista says.
Klaus retrieves his wallet and opens it, still wearing a self-satisfied smile that dissolves as soon as he looks down to find an empty wallet. "Shit," he curses. He could have sworn he'd had a 10 in there.
"On me, I guess," Luna says good-naturedly, offering the barista a sleek looking gold card. "You can pay next time, yeah?"
The barista takes the card while Klaus turns to look at Luna. "Next time?"
"Yeah, the next time our friends don't let us sleep over," Luna grins, nudging him slightly and he smiles at her.
He likes her, he realizes as they are handed their pastries. Of course, he likes her, she's gorgeous but she's also clever and straightforward and quick-witted.
And sexy, he thinks as they step out onto the sidewalk and she tosses her hair over her shoulder and looks at him at just the right angle that the sunlight glints off her green-hazel eyes and makes them gleam like gold.
He had realized that the night they met, in the bar when she had turned and given him that smile of hers but he had learned long ago that it was very different seeing someone that you met in the shadows of a bar in the light of day. In the daylight, people were usually different, more real. But she isn't like that and he can tell because she is smiling at him now the exact same way she had that night in the bar.
He likes her and it has nothing to do with the fact that she's gorgeous and everything to do with the fact that she's real.
They walk together down the sidewalk, eating their pastries and matching their steps while Klaus regales her with the tale of how he picked up his conquest the night prior, a gorgeous med student who had had killer hair and a sleek red car that he had been ridiculously proud of.
"Sounds like Tony," Luna comments. "His car and hair are nice but the rest of him thinks he's better than everyone else. I'm not surprised he kicked you out."
"You don't think you're better than everyone else?" Klaus asks mostly as a joke.
Luna grins slyly and shrugs. "Sure I do," she tells him. "But I don't need a fancy car to prove it."
The rest of the walk is filled with light, flirtatious conversation and Klaus wouldn't expect anything.
They arrive at her house and Luna quickly unlocks the door before pushing it open and stepping inside, Klaus following close behind.
Her home is as immaculate as Klaus remembers, tastefully decorated and lavish. They enter and Luna shuts the door behind them.
"I'm going to shower," she says. "Get last night off of me. You're welcome to shower after me."
Klaus is thankful for the offer because he's kind of desperate for one but the idea of having a nice, hot shower is more appealing than just about anything. And, no doubt, her shower is likely ultra-modern and heavenly.
Luna starts up the stairs but pauses a few steps up and turns to look at Klaus, a slight smirk on her face.
"Or," she drawls, her tone light and casual. "You can just shower with me. Conserve on water or whatever.
That sounds most appealing of all and Klaus is quick to rush after her, his eagerness so obvious that it pulls a laugh from Luna's lips.
When they are finished and freshly showered, they collapse onto her bed which, like everything else Luna seems to own, is very nice. King-sized with a soft down comforter and silk sheets and about a million pillows. Klaus doesn't even think that any one person would need so many pillows but he doesn't complain because this bed is perhaps the most comfortable he has ever laid in.
Luna lays across from him, her damp hair laying around her head like a halo. There is more than enough room in the bed to accommodate the two of them but nevertheless, Klaus scoots close. Luna doesn't complain, instead she curls into him and a warm feeling settles somewhere in Klaus' chest.
Klaus wants to say something but sleep is already looming close, the lids of his eyes drooping with the heaviness of it and Luna pulls that soft comforter over them and he is already to far gone to do anything other than to surrender to the exhaustion.
Luna herself is not far behind, her eyes slowly closing as she uses Klaus like a pillow, slinging one of her legs over his and settling in for a good, long sleep.
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