This is for the awesome, the lovely, the ever friendly and wonderful and insanely kind and amazing writer misssophiachase who is my friend and confidant in all things fluff and klaroline. We traded prompts and as usual she came through for me but I am a slacker to the extreme. I just turned on my laptop and this fell out of me. I hope this was something along the lines of what you wanted because my whole purpose here was to please you and bring you some kind of joy today!

Please enjoy!

It started with a bit or red that matched the uniform he wore, the bright hue drawing his eyes from the boredom of the job that morning. It was London, foggy, polluted with people and their eager faces as he felt the chill of the morning air at his neck. But there was that long flowing patch of red that surprised Klaus, a scarf he realized as the wind brushed his face and his eyes locked on the figure whom wore the scarf that had him at attention.

Words escaped him, his breath an exhale when her green eyes collided with his own briefly, barely a second and the world all but shifted as she disappeared from view. His brow furrowed as his mind lingered over the blonde green-eyed beauty he had just witnessed. Klaus flexed his hand, his glove tight as he felt the divine urge to recreate the moment and store it forever.

In a breath Klaus composed himself as he decided to simply stare blankly ahead the next hour or so until he was next relieved of his station. The smell of caffeine was overpowering on his right end, something told him an American had brought over a coffee to see the Queen. His nose twitched in revulsion as Klaus' eyes sought out the offending person with the best of his ability at the moment.

Without meaning to, his head turned and his mouth parted in surprise, something he would be hearing about later he was certain. Something he would care about if he could do anything at all but stare at the woman with the coffee in her hand and the red scarf draped over her lovely ivory neck. Her green eyes blazed as she let out a laugh, the sound like a melody in his ears.

"I thought you weren't supposed to move," she alleged as he placed himself back into position, "Was that just some poppycock for the visitor's guide?"

Klaus heard her footsteps, a soft strut in his direction, "Strong silent type, huh," she tried again in a soft southern accent that had his bones aching as he inhaled her scent.

"Figures," she sighed and stalked away leaving him with nothing more than the stench of her coffee, the light scent of pomegranate and the throbbing need to know her.

He didn't see her again that day, but that night he didn't bother with rest, instead Klaus painted like he hadn't been uninspired for nearly six months. He painted the soft shadows of her face, the soft circles of her eyes, the delicate freckles and those pink lips. He mixed the reds to match his uniform, the soft navy of her coat and the deep cornfield yellow of her wispy hair atop the messy bun.

The lines blended and he wished for her in the early hours of the morning when he dragged himself to sleep a mere two hours before work began once more. A single binary thought that he might see her again is what helped him to dream before his sister stormed into his bedroom like a well scheduled rotary clock. He groaned into his pillow as she pulled the curtains back even when the sun was hidden by the glum gray sky that insisted he should go back to bed.

Work was as mundane as the day before even with the added anxiety that they might once more cross paths that day and Klaus wasn't certain that he wouldn't chase her if she did show. The fourth hour of his shift barreled down on him as he waited, the rolled up note in his gloved hand was his only lifeline as another family took a demented photo in front of him.

"Lady Grey today, no sugar though," her voice danced in his ears and caused a grin to form over his curved lips.

"Ah, caught you again," Klaus pursed his lips rolling the paper in his fingers.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye, noted the red scarf once more as she observed him, "Silence, again," she sighed as she sipped her tea as she supposed about him out loud.

"Maybe you're a good listener," She said as she came to stand just in front of him in a space that was border-line inappropriate and settled her eyes onto his.

"I think I can make you blush," she uttered, her tone a dare, his eyes narrowed in reply as he felt his stiff collar grow warmer.

"I had a dream about you last night," she admitted in a soft breath as her teeth bit the plastic of her throwaway cup.

His face heated in response, his eyes squeezed shut as he exhaled a breath and somehow felt her closer as he blinked, "That was inappropriate," she back-peddled, "You probably have a girlfriend or a wife?"

Klaus could tell she was fishing for information but had no other way to reply other than to use his eyes, to direct her to the paper in his hand. Her smile was bright as the sun when she realized what he had meant to imply making sure to look on both sides before she subtly reached for his note in his hand. He watched as she bit her lip, his throat going dry at the idea of tasting it.

Her fingers unrolled the slip of paper, "Klaus," she spoke his name, "Phone number too, so you are single and interested," she commented watching him pink.

"You got a little red paint on here," she continued looking from the paper to his blushing face as her finger nail scratched at the paint.

There's a sudden glee in her eyes that makes Klaus worry as she takes just a half a step closer than she should, "I'll text you," she murmured as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I'm Caroline, by the way," were her parting words in a gentle flirt that had Klaus' eye twitching as he watched her saunter away from him.

"Caroline," he whispered under his breath releasing her name from his mouth with a light lick of his upper lip.