From: Vash
To: Roderich
Subject: Reservation
Table 9. Don't forget. You're already 40 minutes late.
I stopped myself from sighing after reading Vash's 3rd message, telling me to go to the reservation table as soon as possible. I knew that he was the kind of person who showed up in meetings on time, and expected others to be the same, but he never got to this point that he would call and message me endlessly, just to meet a friend of his. Seriously, how special is this person that he wanted so badly for me to meet?
A waiter was walking with a stern look on his face. His blonde hair slicked back, he was holding a silver tray while he walked past me, mumbling something I cannot comprehend. I tried to ask him where the reservation tables were, especially no.9, but then he quickly walked away, his stern expression changing into a worried one. I sighed again, realizing that I am lost within this now huge coffee shop (seriously, I am lost in a coffee shop), not knowing where to go, even the way out.
I tried to message or call Vash for directions, but his phone said it was unattended. I turned to a corner, and another, oh wait. I think I've walked past that lamp from earlier..
Too much thinking and worrying led me to bump to another waiter, a cheerful one at that, an endless slur of apologies came rushing through my ears as I tried to stand up. The waiter held out a hand, giving me a goofy grin, apologizing again for not looking at where he was going, and tried to help me on standing up. I fixed the creases on my trenchcoat, and looked at the waiter, he didn't look very Austrian. Tan skin, brown hair, green eyes—
"Umm. Sir? Do you need any assistance?"
The waiter spoke in fluent Austrian, but there was a weird accent attached to it.
"Ah, yes.", I suddenly remembered my appointment with Vash. "I was searching for the reservation hall, where table no. 9 is.. I can't seem to find it."
The waiter broke into another goofy grin. "Oh, the reservation hall? It's this way." He pointed at a narrow hallway at his right and pointed out the directions. "Take an elevator to the third floor, then left, straight ahead, another left, right, when you reach the glass ch—"
"Can you just take me there?", cutting off his long explanation with an exasperated sigh. I know for sure that I will get lost again if I tried to search the room for myself.
"Oh, yes, yes. That will also do."
There was an awkward silence as we finally reached the third floor.
"You.. don't sound very Austrian to me. Perhaps you are a foreigner from another country?", I asked, trying to break the silence.
The waiter smiled again. "Si, Soy un Español."
He seemed to notice the confused look on my face then added, "Spanish. I am from Spain."
We finally reached the reservation hall, and the waiter held the door out for me.
"I also apologize for the behavior of one waiter from earlier. He had personal issues to attend to, an emergency at home.", the waiter said as he looked at me, eyes hinting a bit of sadness.
"Uh, yes, I understand.", I walked past the doors.
"I hope you will have a nice day at Café Sacher.", the cheerful tone came back from the Spanish waiter's voice as he slowly closed the door behind him.
A/N : I wasn't really planning to write again today. But I noticed that it's already a week since I last updated, and many fanfic ideas were running through my mind, and.. well, yeah. This chapter is kinda like a filler since Eliza is not in here, not yet. At least in this chapter, you got to see Roddy-kun being lost in a coffee shop (Himaruya's notes states that Austria has a bad sense of direction). I hope I get another flash of divine inspiration to write another chapter.
Auf Wiederschauen!