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Chapter Two: How Do You Like Your Coffee?

The platforms rattled as the underground trains whizzed passed each stop that were full of members of the public who waited for the early morning trains for their work. Laila stood amongst them, observing each individual as they each went to their separate stops. She noticed that the neither of them could take their eyes of their phones that seemed to mold itself into ones' hand.

Laila's train arrived at her stop, the double doors opened allowing the busy work employees to board but without being pushed and shoved on. With everyone finally on, the train doors closed and it set off. Laila took a seat near the window and turned up the volume of her music of earphones that were plugged in her phone. She took a quick look at the people around, hoping that no one could her listening to 'Youngblood by 5secs of Summer', but judging by their face, she realized they couldn't as they had their own music which they wouldn't want to waste their time trying to listen to other people's music.

People got off at their assigned stops and the train gradually became less crowded. Laila watched all the stops go by until her stop came into view. She pressed the 'stop' button and she waited until the train came to a stop and the double doors slowly opened. She got off at her stop with the rest of the people and waited until everyone had passed so she wouldn't she caught in everyone's way. She headed up the flight of stairs that connected the underground to the world above ground.

Once she reached the busy pavements of the streets, she crossed the traffic jammed roads and went straight the café that would make all your troubles go away. The smell of caffeine hit Laila's nose as she entered the dimly quiet café that seemed to be more quiet than usual.

After saying 'hi' to the baristas at the desk and waiters that roamed round the area of preoccupied customers, she took a seat near the window, so she could watch the world by and at this time, the rain had started and small droplets of it ran down the window. She pulled out several sheets of paper, her laptop and her phone from her bag. After she set up her laptop, she proceeded to dial the number that was listed on one of the filed papers.

"Yes, I'm sorry to mess you about. I understand. I should've called sooner," Laila spoke into the receiving end, "Well; I thank you for your time. Bye, bye."

Laila ended the third call that morning and shoved another set of papers back into her bag. A sigh escaped her lips and she placed her head in her hand. Her phone rang and went to answer it.

"Hello"? She replied into it. The voice on the other end was that of her mother's and she sounded extremely upset.

"What's wrong mum?" Laila asked concern now evident in her voice. Laila whole body tensed up as her mother went into the discussion.

Several minutes later Laila stared into blank space at the wooden table in front of her.

She had just learned her mother had bone marrow cancer. Plus her boyfriend had taken off with her sister.

Laila now knew who that 'girl' was in his text. It was her own sister.

'She can have him if she wants' thought Laila as she wiped the last single tears from her eyes with her wrists. Even though her soul was so downtrodden, she knew she couldn't be like this if she wanted to support her mother. She knew that most people would be crying their eyes out but she didn't have time for that, and to be honest she was still in shock to feel any emotions.

She then looked at the amount of papers that were now stuffed back in her bags. Those papers were now unavailable for her to get jobs.

'I can't find a single job, no matter how hard I try,' Laila thought, 'I won't be able to support my mum.' Laila rubbed her face, tiredness had started to settle in.

She gave the window next to her a quick glance. However, when she was about to turn her head away from it, she noticed a man, standing in the now pouring rain and fixated in his spot. He seemed to be out of place or out of the ordinary. He wore what to seem to be a fedora hat which sat upon his head, and covered his eyes. A black trench coat drenched from the rain and leather gloves. Shiny faux leather were on his feet as he slowly took a few steps towards the café, then stopped himself when a caught a bystander that stumbled onto his pathway.

Laila frowned. She couldn't understand why someone would dress like that these days.

'Fedora hat are way out of fashion these days and just the whole dress-situation was way a no-no', She thought as she searched the man that seemed to attract unwanted attention from the public. At about this time, the man had disappeared and was no longer on the streets.

"Well. At least he's not causing trouble." Laila mumbled when a slight 'Ding, Ding' resounded from the entrance of the café as she glanced at the door.

Laila had to blink twice. It was the same man that she saw, stood out in the rain moments earlier. He had his back turned which seemed to be quite broad, and she imagined wide shoulders occupied his upper back, and strong muscles fitted his arms as she trailed her eyes down the length of his form even though he was covered in a coat.

'Oh, god, Laila', she snapped out 'You shouldn't be fantasying about some random stranger.'

She averted her eyes from his form and settled herself back in her table while she again took in the world outside.

"I'm sorry to intrude,' A silky voice reached her ears, 'but may I take a seat next to you?"

Laila whipped her head round and came face to face with pair of ocean eyes. Laila forgot for a second, to how to breathe. This was probably one of the most handsome men she'd ever encountered.

The man had removed his hat and coat, which left him look like a CEO of a very wealthy company.

A strong structured nose, soft lips, tired but firm eyes that seemed to look right through you adorned his whole face. Lovely neat eyebrows and nicely combed hair that rested on his head. The one thing that struck her was the deep ocean eyes that nettled in his eyeballs, giving the appearance looked unnatural. His skin was pale but not ghostly pale and contrasted with his suite that he wore.

Black jacket, tie and a white crisp seemed to blend itself into the man like a second skin, showing the well-toned muscles underneath it.

The man raised his eyebrows and Laila quickly realized that he had asked her question, and all she did was drool over him. She gave a shook and the man proceeded to take a seat beside her.

A few minutes of awkwardness passed between them.

Before another set of minutes found its way in, Laila turned to the man beside her.

"Um, hi,' she introduced "my name is Laila."

"Oh. Where are my manners?,' the man chuckled a deep chuckle, "My name Nathair."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

The two smiled at each other and shook hands. He then asked about what she does for work and the rest of that. She told him about her awful break up with her boyfriend, her recent phone call from her mum and her unlikeliness to get a job. A few sniffles escaped her throughout that conversation and Nathair's warm hand comforted her.

"How do you feel"? He asked.

"To be honest, I feel like I've hit rock bottom, then there's 50ft of crap…and then me." She replied with a sad smile. Nathair made a face but then said he had something that might cheer her up.

He then went into depth about this place that seemed to be so unreal to Laila which made her forget all the deep conversation she just had earlier.

"Wait. Hold on.' Laila abruptly stopped him midsentence, "You actually believe in a place like this?"

"Of course-"

"Those only exist in children's storybooks and movies. They're not actually real." Laila reasoned with Nathair. She couldn't grasp what Nathair was on about. Any of those things, from Elves to Immortals were not real, but he didn't seem to grasp it.

Nathair gave her an amused smile and a hearty laugh escaped his lips. His reply was 'Of course it's not real. I was only trying to cheer you up.' After the two exchanged a few giggles, he turned to her with sympathetic look.

"After all you've been through. Let me at least buy you a coffee?" He asked. Laila quickly went to reject but he was persistence and she let him.

Before he headed up, he asked "How do like your coffee?"

"I like it quite strong." Was Laila's response. He quickly came back with two steaming cups of coffee in each hand. A quick 'thanks' passed and Laila took a sip of her coffee.

"How's it?"

"Oh. It's really nice. Thanks"

"No problem."

Laila took a few more sips and eventually finished the whole cup. A few minutes later, she started to feel little lightheaded. When asked if she was alright, she said that will just close her eyes for a few minutes. From then on she couldn't wake herself up and her body soon lost its strength.

One of her mother's warnings' rang in her mind.

It was 'Never accept anything from strangers. ' And from that, she knew she was in deep shit.

Thank You xx