The walk to the coffee shop had been uneventful, mostly comprised of Vlad trying to make small talk and Lukas trying his hardest to ignore him, occasionally providing a small grunt or a few words where it was unavoidable. It was safe to say this was not Lukas' idea of fun. Lukas was not especially fond of talking with people if they were not close to him. He knew Vlad through theatre club and they shared a few classes, but did not communicate much at all. For the most part what Lukas knew about the Romanian had come from snippets of conversations he had overheard when Vlad had been on set. He knew that the Romanian had a younger brother and that their family was poor in contrast to his own, for example. From the mainly one-sided conversation Vlad was having now, he also knew that the boy had a bad taste in literature and also an interest in the occult- interesting but useless information that Lukas had no doubt he would forget about later.

When they had reached the coffee shop, a mere five minute walk from the school campus, Vlad had held open the door for him, saying it was 'only the right thing to do'. He was probably still stuck in character. Oh, he must think himself such a gentleman. Lukas also knew that the Romanian was obnoxious.

A brief discussion between themselves about what they wanted to order and Lukas had gotten up, pulling his wallet out of his jacket pocket and walking up to the counter, leaving it on the back of his chair. Lukas realized too late that this was probably a bad idea considering his lack of complete trust for the Romanian combined with his knowledge of Vlad's economical situation, but decided to let it pass after taking a quick glance back and finding Vlad staring absently out of the window at the street outside bathed in a dim orange glow from the streetlights.

He made his orders quickly, trying not to let his shyness show to the stranger behind the counter and waited a few moments, gently tapping his fingernails subconsciously against the wood of the surface in front of him. After receiving the coffees he returned to the table he and his co-worker had chosen to sit at and placed the plastic cup down in-front of the Romanian with little delicacy, effectively stirring the boy from his daydream, moving his gaze from the window back to the slender boy who had just bought him coffee and was looking rather un-amused.

"Thanks." was the one word that had come to Vlad's mind, but it seemed to suffice, Lukas giving a small nod and sitting back down in his seat, his fingers still wrapped around his own plastic cup and taking a small sip, his expression wholly unchanged, making him unsure if the Norwegian liked it or not. He sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping at his own coffee before realizing Lukas was not going to attempt to make conversation and begins to start up his own again, hoping to get more than silence as a reply, drawing out the first word. "So… Your coffee good?"

A nod.

"That's great," he paused, tapping on his cup, the Styrofoam squeaking slightly, thinking of something else to try. "Why'd you sign up for the theatre club?"

"To get out of classes." Flatly spoken. This was only a half-truth, of course, but it wasn't a complete lie, Lukas did want to get out of his other classes. He would never admit, let alone to someone he hardly knew, that he was there because he wanted to act. He worked the lights and that's what everyone thought he was there for. So that's what he told people he was there for, to work the lights and get out of class.

"Well that's boring… No hidden fantasies of being famous? No crushes to stalk?"

Lukas' expression remained unchanged. "No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"A boyfriend?"

"No."

Vlad paused for merely a second before grinning "Which way do you swing, Lukas?"

Lukas took another sip of his coffee. "None of your business."

Vlad found himself falling into silence again and, unsurprisingly, Lukas did not attempt to start up another conversation. They spent about 20 more minutes in the coffee shop, Vlad opening his mouth every now and again to speak, only closing it again when he realized Lukas would not be interested in continuing the conversation for a long period of time. He was about to say something once again before Lukas stood up and pushed his chair under the table, shrugging on his jacket.

"I'm going home now."

It was only then Vlad noticed the lack of a coffee cup on the table. How long ago did Lukas finish his coffee, how long was he just sitting around for? He supposed it didn't matter. Vlad also stood up and tucked his own chair under the table, not having a jacket to put on, and reached for Lukas' hand to shake.

"No touching, remember?"

A sigh.

"Well…" the Romanian smiled "Anyway, thanks for the coffee."

He only got a noise of acknowledgement in reply.

"…I guess I'll see you again in theatre club."

Another small noise.

"Good night, Lukas."

Vlad did shake his hand as he walked past, but only briefly, and left quick enough to make sure Lukas wouldn't punish him for doing so. Lukas merely paused for a moment before shaking his head and leaving a tip in the jar on the counter before heading out into the night and back to his own apartment to finally enjoy the night of quiet he had promised himself, setting himself up with homework he needed to catch up on before curling up in front of the TV with a cup of coffee, watching some film on some channel that he didn't know the name of and wasn't really paying attention to, falling asleep soon after, coffee left to go cold on the table, and the voices from the television still resonating through the apartment.

Lukas decided that night that coffee from the coffee shop tasted better than coffee from home.