This is a bonus chapter, a brief look at the night in chapter 2.

It's not until five to ten does the last customer ask for the check.

Jack gets to the door after the customer has exited the shop, and flips the door sign to 'closed'. He steps back in and dims the light. Moving back behind the counter, Jack collects the money from the till and does the count while Tary tidies up all the tables. Checking the amount twice, he places the tills in the safe and notes down the sum in the account book before he locks the till and starts running the closing procedures.

Tary has had all the tables and chairs back in place and the floor mopped when Jack gets the counter clean and the cups in order. She moves toward the counter, leaning against it on tiptoe so to toss the cleaning cloth in the sink. "Anything left?"

"I'm almost done here," Jack smiles up at her while he fluently reinstalls the well-rinsed portafilter and drip tray back to the machine. "Just check the back door then we are ready to go."

"Excellent!" Tary grins before she quickly disappears to the back.

Washing and drying both hands after all the works are done, Jack reaches his backpack under the counter and fishes out a small jar, which is half filled with coins. He opens the jar, holding it in one hand while he reaches the tip can with another to empty the tips into the glass container. Jack catches a glimpse of a folded paper aside from all the green paper bills and change coins as they fall into the jar. He sticks his hand in and fishes out the folded paper. He tosses the jar on the counter before he unfolds the paper, eyes automatically darting to its corner to see if there's any addressing. He gasps (which he would never admit he'd done so) as he sees the unexpected signature.

"I might've been working too hard…" Jack mumbles, blinking a few more times. "Wow, it's really her-"

"Anything wrong?" Tary reappears to the front, zipping up her yellow green graffiti print jacket as she eyes the stunned boy with concern. "Why are you grabbing your chest? You feeling alright?"

Jack looks down and sees that he's had his hand pressed tightly against his chest, the note hidden perfectly from sight in between, when Tary walked in. He shakes his head, trying to shake away the throbbing sound in his head. Am I feeling alright? I feel utterly dazzled... wait, is that crazily loud noise my heartbeat? It's just a note, man, a thank you note very possibly. A note from Elsa...

"Jack?" Tary steps a bit forward, frowning slightly.

Startled, Jack blinks once more. "Um, I-I am fine. I was just, um, just thanking the passing gods that I got extra tips today." What kind of an answer is that? he mentally scolds himself as he hears his own words, you can't even hold up yourself in front of a note from her?

Tary squints at Jack before she shrugs and laughs. "I have to say that I can't get your jokes sometimes. Though it reminds me to take mine."

"Hey, I am serious. It's always good to be polite," Jack replies with all the ease he could muster, which he believes he's done pretty well, as he carefully slides the note into his shirt pocket.

"Ooh! A fiver!" Tary cheers as she finds a five dollar bill in her tip can. "We've got some pretty generous customers today, haven't we?"

"Let's call it a lucky day then," Jack offers, pulling up his blue jacket and then his backpack.

"It would be better if I got to see Friday beauty," Tary pouts, pocketing the money and slipping on her shoulder bag.

"Her name's Elsa," Jack corrects, turning off the lights in the back.

"I still want to meet her," Tary says, moving her way towards the door.

Jack follows, turning off the left lights before he steps out of the shop. "You might get your chance the next time she comes."

"Friday? I don't have night shifts on Friday."

"Her name's Elsa, Tary," Jack sighs, inserting the key to lock the door. "Even if her last name's Friday, she could be here every single day."

Tary giggles. "Don't you wish that?"

"I wish to get a nice long sleep," Jack retorts. And read her note, he adds, and well, that too... "And it's time for you to turn your pretty, little head around and head back home."

"Okay, okay, big brother." Tary laughs.

"Text me when you get home," Jack reminds the girl before they wave each other goodbye.

Jack rushes to his bike once the girl's out of sight and quickly takes out the note.

He takes a deep breath before he unfolds the paper. Unflappable, easy, just a note.

"Wow, is she some uncrowned princess?" Jack blurts out as he sees the beautiful handwriting of the girl who has occupied his mind for the whole week.

The paragraph isn't long.

Cute barista,
Thanks for the treat and the biscuits. The coffee is just wonderful,
guess you deserve your self-proclaimed title and a promised visit.
I'd say Friday. What do you think? Hope to see you then.
Miss Friday, Elsa

He reads it twice, and one more time after that, before his eyes fall on the little doodle above the written words. It's a little replica of his sketch on the tip can, but with a different style of drawing. The pencil strokes are lighter but smoother, while his is like the carved lines on wood, hers is like the ice trace left by an ice skater.

Jack presses his lips, fighting the silly smile that keeps growing bigger on his face.

I won't squeak or giggle or jump up and down like a girl! Yeah, no way I will, he states firmly to himself.

He takes one last glance at the signature before he slides the paper back in his shirt pocket and zips his jacket all the way up to the top.

Perfect, cool and calm. Well done. Jack thinks to himself as he unlocks his bike.

He grabs the bike handles, letting out a long breath. And he can't hold it anymore. He loses his grip of his bike as he jumps up and down a few times, like an excited girl. He gives a gleeful cheer, throwing one triumphant fist in the air. He manages to calm down in a few seconds, pulling his jacket straight after all the overjoyed display.

"Now I am cool," Jack reassures himself, reaching down to grab his fallen bike. "And thanks god this is an empty street at this mo-"

He pauses as he stares back at the yellow cat which has halted halfway in front of him in the middle of the sidewalk, its head slightly tilting to its left as though it's confused by the scene before it.

Jack breaks into a wide grin, laughing blithely as he straightens up his bike. "You don't count. And you'd understand if you come this Friday and see her. It's perfectly normal I acted so."

He swings his leg over his bike and starts pedaling home.

Yeah, perfectly normal.

Hope you like the bonus chapter. It's a pure accident that I finished this one before I finished chapter four (though I've had it nearly done). So here is a glimpse from Jack's side. I have no idea if this is how any of you've pictured Jack, but I did have a lot of fun writing it, so hopefully, you'd have fun reading it and like it.

Special thanks to lovinglovexx, corde amare, mowi, BellaDK, Trapid, maranoismylife, doctorwho733, TPATFan16, adrianazaba and the guests for reviewing. I appreciate so much for all the lovely reviews, they make me smile big!

And yes, I will keep working on with the phone number, the background story of Jack, and the coming romance. Though please endure with me since I don't want to take it too fast. I always like the idea of a relationship developed from friendship.

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