AN: I'm posting this because I'm losing hope to continue writing. So, like the attention whore I am, I'm posting this in the hopes a little feedback might motivate me to continue. So here's the beginning of my angsty story about a wreck that was once Klance and will come to be again. With a little bit of healing and a whole lot of time and forgiving the past. Maybe, this couple will be whole again. Forgive the shortness of the chapter.

The raven took a deep breath, plastering a happy smile on his face as he went back out, bringing table four their food. He'd been working for a few hours now at Volcano Bay, a Samoan restaurant run by the Garrett family. This particular restaurant was run by Fetu Garrett and his wife, while the man's younger brother and father worked at the main location. One of them often visited, usually for work related reasons unless it was a holiday.

It was in less than a week the younger brother was scheduled to come check out the restaurant and make sure things were running smoothly. The restaurant was doing their best to keep the place upbeat and clean but everyone, no matter the usual atmosphere, always gets whacked out by the thought of a higher up coming.

That's why currently Volcano Bay had staff running around almost like headless chickens while trying to deal with customers and make sure everything that was already fine was absolutely perfect.

Keith Kogane felt his lips quirk up in amusement as he dodged one of the high school students running back to the kitchen with an order. He set down his current table's food and with a question of, "More water?" and a friendly, "Enjoy your meal!" he was walking back to the kitchen when he passed one of his fellow waiters who stopped him.

"Hey Keith, you mind getting booth eight? I have my hands full right now." The raven nodded, turning on his heel and grabbing two menus when a quick glance told him there was a couple at the booth. Grabbing two silverware and some napkins he headed over. Setting down the menus and silverware he looked at his customers and froze. There, right next to him on his left, sat a man he would recognize anywhere.

Soft, almost unflawed skin that was the color of caramel, was barely visible through the layered clothes of this male. His hair was soft, short enough to only reach the nape of his neck, and was a few shades off from milk chocolate and smelled of cinnamon whenever he had bathed. Perfectly sculpted, thin brows were visible past short bangs and hovered over irises that seemed to hold the ocean's bluest waves. A faint line of freckles danced along a small, curved nose and across soft cheekbones that only seemed to stick out when his grin was wide enough to split across his face and cause dimples to form.

Those lips, usually framed in a flirtatious smile and showing off his pearly whites was busy hanging open. It was then Keith realized he's been standing there staring for quite a bit, the male doing the same as his date tried to get the man's attention, clearly unhappy. The raven tried to ignore the fact the Cuban male was still staring at him and looked at the girl. "Welcome to Volcano Bay. My name is Keith and I'll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

The blond opened her mouth to answer him, the gloss covered lips turning up in a snarl before she was abruptly cut off by her stuttering date. "K-Keith?" The waiter raised a brow as he looked in the man's direction, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. "I did say that was my name, sir. Now what can I get you and the miss to dr-" He was cut off this time. "Cut the shit, Mullet!" With a deep sigh Keith turned to the female at the table. "Clearly your date is uncomfortable with my presence. I'll fetch you a new waiter." Before she could protest or perhaps encourage the suggestion the raven was walking away.

"Keith, get your ass back here!" With the commotion going on it was easy to slip into the kitchen while the brunet was stuck outside. He'd made sure to walk past others waiting on tables and took advantage of the recent chaos that was the staff, trying to avoid the blue eyed male. It wasn't even five minutes later when one of the managers came in, meeting Keith's violet eyes and asking why one of the customers was demanding to see him. The man didn't seem mad but his position and the way he held himself demanded authority and when he asked a question you had better answer it.

"I went to highschool with him. We have a… rocky past and he seems to be holding on to it." The dark haired male sighed and gave a sympathetic smile to Keith. "I'll see what I can do about it. Do you think you'll be able to wrap up your last tables? I think it's a good time for you to take a break, you've already been here since four." A quick glance at the clock told the raven it was a little past nine. Business was not slowing down, only seemed to increase the later it got. Keith reluctantly agreed to take a break after he finished his tables but he was not eager to go back out there.

A few more minutes passed, the manager heading out to see if he could find a solution to the sudden problem, before the male heaved out a sigh, deciding he had hidden long enough. He stepped out, managing to hit two tables and three booth's before he was spotted by the man from earlier. "Hey!" Ignoring him, the waiter went over to the people upfront, letting them handle the counting of money and checking of cards. He brought back cards and change, smiling when he bade the customer's goodnight.

He hit a few more tables and booths while a different waitress took care of the couple's table the raven was unable to serve. Thankfully the male at the booth was preoccupied with ordering even if he looked unhappy in doing so. Keith was able to finish his rounds without much troubles, smiling slightly at the tips that were left for him. Gathering the money only from his sections he headed back into the kitchen, timing out. He moved into the very back as he removed his apron, trying to not let it get caught on the small pony tail that held his hair back during work.

The male left the restaurant through the back door. Heading over to the park that was over a few blocks he took time to try and calm his thoughts. As soon as he had seen the man for the first time in years, where he worked, his thoughts fell into turmoil. He needed to recollect himself so when he went back he could honestly believe his life was fine without the male. That he was fine and seeing the guy again didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, which was complete bullshit if he was really being honest with himself.

Walking over to the stream, he stared at it's murky surface, his reflection staring back at him. He scowls at it, trying to shake the dull pain that seemed to spread throughout his body. Picking up a stone he inspected its smooth but dully colored surface. Curling the rock into his hand he drew his arm back before throwing the stone across the water. It skipped over and over again until it hit the opposite bank and then fell into the water, sinking to the riverbed.

Keith spent the rest of his fifteen minute break out there before heading back to Volcano's Bay. He was not expecting to see the male out front, facing away from him as the man peered into the restaurant's window, as if searching for someone. With a sigh Keith realized he needed to hurry if he didn't want to be caught by the other male. The raven never thought he would be sneaking into work, let alone under the circumstances he was doing it in the first place.

He spends the next few hours working until his shift ended. Waving to the little bit of staff that remained, Keith got ready to leave, stepping outside. The air was chilly and he wished he would have brought his jacket, watching the puff of air fall from lips. He adjusted the strap of his bag he had grabbed from the workroom he heard someone clear their throat on his left. Looking in that direction, he met the gaze of someone on the curb, the man's face filled with hope. Keith stared at him for a moment before uttering his name aloud, tone almost giving away how bitter he felt saying it.

"Lance."