Prompt: I was wondering if you could write Lucas and Maya running into each other at Topanga's and he compliments a sketch she's drawing and they're both kinda flirting with each other. Thanks!

The atmosphere in Topanga's was festive to say the least. Riley had clearly been given all control of the decorations and utilised them to the best of her ability, which was really only a red, green and gold vomit of glitter. Customers bustled around the busy cafe and the chatter around the room could be heard on the street outside.

Just as Topanga handed a scone and latte to a customer of the counter, the bell at the door rang to signify another customer had entered the cafe. She gave a sigh of frustration at another customer adding to the already swamped area but raised her head to meet the eyes of a familiar face. Lucas.

She immediately connected the boy to looking for where Maya, sitting alone, was. Topanga had allowed her months ago to come into the cafe whenever she needed to or get away from anything and Topanga would fix her a spot alone and a danish pastry.

Maya was deep in thought, not acknowledging her surroundings and only breaking her gaze from her sketchbook to occasionally take another shade of pencil from the array in the pack she had got from Lucas for her birthday.

He slowly approached her from behind, putting his hands on her shoulders in one swift motion resulting in Maya jumping and having the living shit scared out of her.

She hit him on the shoulder in payback but he just smiled and plops down in the seat next to her. She pulls her sketchbook closer to her chest in subtlety to try and shield whatever she was sketching from Lucas but failed miserably. He grabbed it out of her hands without so much of a protest from Maya as he raised it above her head and out of her reach.

Topanga sneaked towards them in a not-so-sly way of listening into their conversation, I mean, she needed the distraction, right?

"That's a good looking guy you're sketching there Shortstack"

"Yeah, if you consider good looking a nerd who wears a star wars shirt and fanboys about comic books every other minute" Maya brushes off.

"Well I think I must be attractive since you've spent what? 6 hours on drawing me?" he fires back with a smirk, placing the sketchbook back down again on the table.

"I'm disgusted that you think I'd spend that amount of time on you" she says, quickly snatching back the sketchbook

He flashes her a boyish grin and takes a chunk out of her danish pastry while Maya pouts at him.

"So that's how it is Shortstack. My piercing green eyes not good enough for you?" he asks between chews.

"Yup. And your eyes aren't even that green anyway" Maya says, scrunching up her nose in retort.

"Are you sure? I'm surprised, especially since you seem to stare at me longingly in lunch." He finishes, with a dopey smile full of pastry.

Maya turned bright red, clearly embarrassed and slumped further down into her chair.

"For the record, I don't stare, I observe. And I only did it that one time because you had chocolate on your nose"

"Sure. Wasn't like I'm the most handsome guy you actually have a chance with" he says with immediate regret, eyes bigger than golf balls.

Maya grins wickedly, shimmying up into full posture.

"Oh? I have a chance with you?"

"That's not what I meant" he says, his turn to be beetroot red.

"Really? So what did you mean?" she asks, her playful self in full force, head turning slightly to the side, eyes squinting.

"Um… I meant uh…friendship! yeah friendship wise. I mean look at your other options….yikes…." he trails off, staring at his feet.

"Right….not like I don't have Farkle and Zay…."

He coughs to hide his bashfulness and Topanga takes that as her cue to step in.

"Hope you enjoyed it Maya" Topanga comments while picking up the plate the danish pastry was on and wiping up the flakes from the table.

"Oh, I did, Huckleberry here probably ate more of it than me though"

"Oh I know" Topanga replies, a smirk thrown at the both of them and their confused looks.

Hm. She'll have to keep an eye on those two.