It's been a while, sorry for that but it's has been very busy… Crazy couple of days since I last updated! Hope this chapter was worth the wait and enjoy!
If you won't come to the coffee shop, let the coffee shop come to you Rose.
Amy sat at her table, stirring the cold coffee, while deleting her latest reply. It wasn't good enough. It wouldn't offer any help to the reader. For the last half an hour Amy had reached the same conclusion after every piece of advice she tried; nope, this won't do it.
Her mind was unfocused. This was because she was too busy dreaming up the café shop scene. Shadow.
She had refused his offer in order to stay focused and dedicated to her work. Dedicated she appeared to be, with numerous attempts. Yet focused? She was anything but focused, with the irony of her distraction being him. Shadow.
She lifted her spoon after one more swirl within the cup before lifting it out and tapping any excess drops off the silver cutlery. A small hurricane was replicated within her milky coffee, the liquid spinning fast.
It was raised to her mouth, slowly. No steam followed the trail.
"Blurgh…Another cup coming up Amy and then you will finish this! Stay focused!"
The little red light flickered on, letting the rosy hedgehog know her kettle was wakening up to produce her pot of comfort.
Deciding to make the most of her time the working girl ran her hands over the crumpled pages scattered all over the table, scooping them up in her arms. Each pages, filled with drafts and notes and advice that was deemed not good enough, was thrown quite angrily into the recycling bin.
The kettle switched pinged up, allowing the steam to flood the room. This was unnoticed, drowned out by the low hum of a motorbike purring up Amy's street.
Oh my! A motorbike! He owns a motorbike…No! Don't be…
The sound of knuckles tapping on her door echoed the house.
…Silly?
Step by step she made her way to the gentle knocking, a little bit nervous and a little bit more excited.
Meanwhile a rather windswept friend stood trying to balance his food, drinks and knock at the time…Which sounds rather hard, right? Not when that certain friend has the ability to harvest the powers of a Chaos Emerald…
This was the slight Amy opened the door to; frozen in mid-air is where she found the drinks, the snacks floating beside them and a shiny emerald radiating immense power.
"Back to your bad boy ways?" Amy joked with a happy smirk, almost putting Shadow's signature one to shame.
In Amy's mind he looked the part of the lovable 'bad guy', all decked out in his leather jacket with a devilish smile plastered onto his muzzle. A flash of teeth and the hedgehog turned his smile into a smirk to compete.
"I bought this and everything Rose, how could you?" Shadow teased, with a straight face then he gently but firmly placed his hands on Amy's shoulders and moved her aside. She stood there, a little astounded, while Shadow then waltzed into her front room.
A voice thick with sarcasm spilled out, "Make yourself at home why don't you?"
Shadow informed her he would and that she should grab the coffees and snacks in the next few minutes as they would get cold. With that said, he slouched down onto her plump couch; content in his surroundings.
The younger hedgehog stood rooted in place, the shame look of shock etched onto her face. He had just barged into her house, pushed her aside and was now making her do all his supposed effort…And she was just about to do just that.
But a flash of green filled her cream living room, applying shadows all over the place.
Shadows.
Upon the coffee table sat the 'coffee shop'. Steam was rising up from the hot drinks, disappearing from sight as small particles. Biscuits and cakes formed a mountain to be devoured!
"What kind of guy do you take me for Rose? Hmph, if you can't come to the coffee shop. Well. It's here…"
A shrug of his shoulders followed his little attempt at what he thought was being very smooth and quite sweet. The sweet part he had hit. The smooth… Well, that was up for debate!
However, Amy was too busy spinning in a web of her thoughts…
How sweet of him.
But I have work.
But ohh sweet treats.
But argh that woman…
But argh…him!
"Earth to Amy, I was serious about the drinks getting cold..."
"Bu…"
"…No excuses, I know you have work but people work in coffee shops. And I can be quite."
With another flash of green the papers and laptop from the kitchen table appeared beside the drinks on her pine coffee table. Her pink diamanté pen with fluff also transported with her work stuff.
What the hell is that thing…It has wings!
"Heh… Don't laugh at my pen, it helps me write. It's a comfort thing; a lot of writers have something similar. Obviously not all a pink sparkly fully pen that has strawberry smelling ink…Heh!"
Strawberry…Ink?
"Work."
And that was the beginning of the 'coffee shop'.