Title: Well Worth It

Theme: Set #1, #1- Meeting

Genres: Romance/General

Pairings: Andy x Aisha

Word Count: 562

Rating: PG

Summary: So what brings you here, the brews or the solitude?

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It was his favorite little coffee shop in all of the PLANTS. Hidden amongst the busy streets of the city and tucked away into a back alley, the small café and bar was a place only a few knew of.

They served all the rare and expensive brews and offered a haven for those needing a pick-me-up during a drab business day.

Andrew Waltfeld was more than just a regular customer. Some of the staff even joked that he might as well live there since he came so often. They'd even offered him a job on more than one occasion, but he always politely turned them down. He said he already had an important job to do.

No one knew quite it what it was the man did for a living, but snippets of conversations led many to believe he was involved in a secret military project.

A warm June afternoon, he came in around three in the afternoon like he always did. Eyes surveying the room, he took a seat at the bar.

"What today, Mr. Waltfeld?"

His eyes glanced to the woman beside him, "I'll have whatever roast she's having."

As the waiter scurried away to place the order, the woman glanced up from her drink. She had long, flowing blue hair, vibrant eyes and an inviting smile.

Andrew raised an eyebrow as their eyes met.

"Never seen her before. She must be new around here."

"Are you sure you want the same as me? It could be a nasty surprise," She remarked.

He shrugged, "Surprises in life are what make it worth living."

Her red lips quirked into a smile, "So what's your name, stranger?"

"Andrew," He extended a hand, "And you?"

"Aisha," She let her hand linger an extra moment, "So what brings you here, the brews or the solitude?"

"Well it used to be both, but now the solitude doesn't seem as appealing," Andrew replied smoothly.

The waiter returned, placing a white mug before him on the counter.

"Here's your…"

He held up a hand to stop him, "Let me guess."

Much like a seasoned wine taster, he slowly swirled the coffee, sniffing it before taking a small sip.

"Jamaica Blue Mountain, brewed fresh."

"Right as usual, Mr. Waltfeld," The waiter replied, heading towards the customer who'd just entered.

Beside him, Aisha laughed, "So you're an expert, Andy?"

"Andy?" He smirked, "I like that. Never had a nickname before."

"But there's one more thing, Mr. Expert."

He blinked, glancing back to the mug, "There is?"

"It was grown at five thousand feet above sea level, therefore giving it a richer taste than the Jamaica Blue grown at two thousand feet."

The brown-haired man quickly took another sip, smiling as he sat the mug back down.

"You're quite right, Aisha. Waiter!"

The young man returned to the bar, "Yes, Mr. Waltfeld?"

"Put this lady's drink on my bill."

"But, that's our most expensive-"

Andrew cut him off, "I know. And she's well worth it."

Turning back to the beautiful woman, he coughed lightly.

"I hope it's not too forward of me to ask you out for coffee some other time."

Aisha smiled, "If you hadn't asked, I would have Andy."

He laughed at that, raising his mug.

"Well then- to us!"

She lifted her mug and clanked it against his.

"To us and whatever the future might bring."

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