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I was doing the very Irish thing and reading my new reviews and emails while drinking tea. As you do in Ireland, because out water is horrible so we live off of tea, Guinness and Whiskey, RandomGurl08 will tell you all about that! :P

Anyways, I was how eager you all were for an update but you all must understand after his update there will probably be none until Thursday evening my time.

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Chapter 3

I stood outside the café that was miraculously still here. I just stared at the sign above the door, not really sure if I should go in. It was the exact same as it was while I was growing up, small, worn door frame with clear windows and green shutters. On the shutters were the same stencils of white doves flying, printed in a flying position along the shutters going along the front wall of the building.

'Martinez' was still visible above the frame of the door, though worn and in need of a new coat of paint, the name still jumped out at me. I almost laughed at the fact that I had found it, but how could I forget, my whole child-hood was in this café, with the daughter of the owners. Everything happened in this shop, from first kisses to someone giving birth! Not that I knew the woman, but it was still an important milestone in this little wonders roots.

I hastily pushed open the heavy door, which resulted in a familiar 'ding' from the bell above. Nothing had drastically changed in the interior of the café, just a new glass work-top replacing the old wooden ones. I made my way to a two seat table at the back, the table I always used to sit at.

There was one other man in the café, he was old and looked half asleep in his chair, he had a newspaper held up and a black coffee in front of him. I heard a woman's' voice coming from the small room behind the counter, she was obviously on the phone. There was only a phone and a small sink in that room, I know because I used to help the family who owned this place when I was a teenager, during the Summer, it was an amazing Summer.

"No, you said you'd be back on Tuesday the 25th," The woman's voice had an irritated tone. "Don't bullshit me, I remember," she continued her voice rising slightly. She coughed then quietened her tone, realising myself and the old man could hear her.

"But that's a whole month away, baby," she pleaded quietly, but I could still hear her. "Alright, fine…ok…Love you too, bye," she woman hung up the phone and sighed heavily. I heard a soft bump, which I assumed was her banging her head against the wall. The woman remained in the room before coming out and realising she had a waiting customer, as in me.

I kept my head down, looking at my hands which were resting on the table. I realised she was at my table.

"Hey, sorry about the wait, what can I get you?" she said cheerily, but I could hear the sigh in her voice.

"The usual," I said, keeping my head down. The woman didn't answer for a moment.

"Ok, then what's your usual?" she asked confused. This time I looked up and saw her break into a confused smile.

"I think you know," I smirked at her, before getting up and embracing my childhood best friend, Max, in a tight hug. Max returned my hug with the same tightness. Max began to laugh at how we must look to passers-by, and that other old man who must feel pretty awkward at the moment.

"What are you doing here? When did you get back in town, last I heard you were in California?" Max rushed all the questions once we sat down, she sat across from me at my table.

"What is this 'twenty questions'?" I laughed and she laughed too. "I moved back because I needed a job and I...eh have a daughter now," I continued, I saw Max's shocked face soon turn to pleasure.

"Well congratulations," she smiled at me, "How old is she?" she asked politely.

"Abigale is six," I smiled but looking down at my hands awkwardly. It wouldn't take long for Max to do the maths and realise that I was only twenty when Abigale was born, in my first year of college, just a newbie to the real world.

Max's POV

'I can't believe it, it's Fang' I thought, 'he was only twenty six and he has a six year old daughter, already?' I never really thought Fang was the kind of person to ever want kids, ever have kids, at least not that early on in a relationship. He would have only being going out with the girl for under a year, I know because he certainly wasn't single when we were in High-School together, we spent our gap year, traveling the world with our friends. Then all split into different collages, my mind was actually blown at this. He must really love her, the other girl.

"So, did you and your girlfriend decide to send Abigale to school here?" I asked casually, but straight away regretted asking, mentioning Abigale's mother. Fang eye's turned hollow, and his breath quickened too slightly. I knew without asking what had happened to her.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered covering my mouth with my hand, tears threatening to spill at seeing my friend in so much pain, "I shouldn't have asked, it's none of my business-," I drabbled on, but a cool hand on resting on my other hand stopped me.

"It's ok, it was a long time ago," Fang mumbled. "Besides, the main reason to moving back here is so that it could be your business, I need someone from my hometown to be in her life, I need the people I grew up with to be with me while Abi's growing up, because I can't do it alone," Fang chocked out. I was touched that Fang still trusted me enough to tell me this kind of information, about the struggles he was facing.

Fang suddenly checked his watch and jumped from his chair almost knocking it over, I still sat perplexed by what he had told me.

"I need to go," he muttered and dashed for the door, swinging his leather jacket on in the process. I was slightly stunned at what had happened, but realised that I had a job to do here. I shock off his hasty exit and took a cloth out of the pocket from my apron.

I made my way over to old Mr Reilly's table where he always sat and read his afternoon paper with a black coffee, just like he did when I was a child.

"You know," Mr Reilly spoke while I wiped some crumbs from the cookie he had had that was long gone now, "Men like that only come around once, don't let him get away again Maximum," Mr Reilly was a wise man, always the centre of all the current affairs of what was happening in this small town. He smiled at his old man-ish ways.

"Just drink you coffee, Mr Reilly," I smiled to him, and walked back behind the counter.

"You know I'm right though?" he stated his rhetorical question wisely, I knew he was.

Fang's POV

It was her, Maximum Martinez, she was still here, still working in the same shop and still breathtakingly beautiful.

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