The next morning, Skyla almost thought it'd been a dream. All it took to snap her out of it was the puddle under the chair.

'It happened. Why did I even think it didn't.'

"Jack Frost..." she went on with her morning routine as usual. She put on her uniform. A brown shirt with the cafe's logo over her heart, and a black skirt that went to just above her knees. If it was cold out, she'd just take the clothes with her and change in the back room.

After getting dressed, Sky brushed her long hair out and tied it with a red ribbon that'd been a gift from Lauren.

All the while she was trying to remember the plan she'd thought of to help Jack and Lauren. It wasn't going so well, only bits remained in her mind, "I think it involved turtles... Why would it involve turtles?"

"Turtles? I love turtles. Are we getting one?" Sky hadn't even noticed Lauren was in the kitchen, "Can I name it? I have a cute Wintery name that would be great!"

"Lau, no. We're not getting a turtle. I was... Talking about the chocolate."

Lauren's light brown eyes turned to an unconvinced glare as she passed Skyla a glass of juice, "I thought you didn't eat chocolate any more? Didn't your last boyfriend dump you with chocolates?"

Sky bristled, "Ugh, that guy was awful, why did I even..." shrugging, she put the juice back down on the counter, "No juice today, thanks. I'm feeling slow and need the extra time. I'll have something at work."

"Okay, okay." playing with her shoulder-length dark red hair, Lauren smirked a little at Sky.

"And I still eat chocolate," Sky started towards the door, "I just try to stay away from Rolos," she quickly put on her shoes, "And, I mean. What kind of jerk spells out 'it's over' with ROLOS?! I should have written about it. Sold it to a magazine or something," She was out the door before Lauren started to laugh.

Grinning at herself, Sky started towards work. The walk was only 15 minutes, and during the warm Summer it was actually really nice. Joggers went past, cars sped by to make it to work. It was practically peaceful.

The cool breeze floating around her only made it better.

"Are you going to just float around, or are you going to come walk with me?" she commented, still looking forward.

"Just making sure you could still see me, Skyla. I wasn't sure."

"Well, I can. And hear you, too, by the way. So? Staying up there?"

"Yeah. I'll only make you cold if I walk beside you"

Accepting his excuse, Sky just kept on walking.

When they finally reached the café, Jack hovered at the bronze sign above the windows on the left. 'The Nephilim Cafe' was printed with a classy modern font in gold, "So, who named this place?"

Sky took out her keys and unlocked the door, "Daniel. He's the owner, and thought it would be funny after dating this girl who was into 'Angel Fiction' and she broke up with him claiming he was too Human. Which, by the way, is completely true."

He mumbled something and followed her inside before she locked the door behind them.

The Nephilim Cafe isn't a large place. It's sort of cozy. It can fit a decent amount of customers up front, with a few tables and their chairs. A large rounded counter, and a stage in the corner big enough for a basic 4-man band. Drinks and most of the baking happens up front. The back room's connected by a hallway and used mostly for storage and just as a general lounge for employees. Washrooms are across the same hallway, used by both employees and customers.

The whole place isn't very fancy. The owner had gone for a sort of classy thing with marble counter tops and hardwood floors. A couple short bookshelves and that's mainly it.

"I like it" Jack said after getting a good look, "It would be even better covered in ice," he jokingly threatened, earning a scowl from Sky. He just shrugged, "Take a joke, Sky"

She sighed, putting on a small apron, "I can take a joke, Frost. Just not if it's about something that can get me fired. I sorta need this job."

"Frost? Call me Jack. It's, you know, less formal," he smirked.

"Maybe. But calling you Frost gives what I'm saying a more serious tone," Sky made her way to the back room, "I sort of like it, too. Calling you Frost, I mean."

"My name's Jack," he enunciated slowly, getting louder as she got farther away, "How would you like it if I called you-" she heard him hesitate.

A frozen tray of unbaked muffins in her hands, Skyla walked back to the front. Eyebrow raised, she stopped in front of him, "Oh? Don't you know my last name? I guess you have nothing on me, then"

"Tell me." He moved closer, hovering just above her face.

"No. It's not important" she stepped around him and behind the counter, mentally scolding herself for not pre-heating the oven first.

Putting the tray down on the counter and looking at Jack she noticed his expression, 'His thinking face is kind of adorable'

"It's not fair you know mine and I don't know yours."

"..." she turned the oven on, "Well, see, yours is a package deal. You're not just 'Jack'. You're 'Jack Frost'. Leaving the 'Frost' part out would confuse people. Er, children, I guess. Me? I'm just 'Skyla'. Or 'Sky', really."

"Okay, Skyla Nolastname. So, did you think of a plan?"

'I knew that wouldn't last long. I really can't remember what I thought of last night!'

"Umm... Well, not exactly."

Jack's feet finally touched the floor and he leaned against his staff, "So what am I doing here then? I thought we were meeting to go over this amazing plan of yours?"

"I never said I would come up with an 'amazing' plan. I just said I would think about it. I did."

Skyla was thankful when she heard the oven beep. Moving the tray from the counter to the oven, she was almost nervous to turn around. 'I tried. That's enough right?'

"..." Hearing him move closer, she finally turned. he was leaning against the counter now, looking at her expectantly, "And?"

"And nothing. I know I figured something out, but I've forgotten it..." she looked away, embarrassed, "Sorry. I mean, I know it was the one thing I said I'd do..."

Jack leaned over the counter more, taking hold of her arm and making her look at him, "You did what you said you would. You'll still help me, right?"

'jeez, that's cold' "Of course. Not just for you; for Lauren."

"Then," he smiled brightly, letting go of her arm, "Let's plan it. Together."

For a while it was just them talking. Scheming. Skyla was getting the café ready to open, and Jack was just moving around. 'He must do that when he's thinking. It's kind of annoying'

Mostly they would take turns, or wait for brainstorms. It was fun, even when they interrupted each other and ended up arguing.

Eventually, though they'd only come up with some ideas on how to re-introduce Lauren to Jack Frost, the café had to open. Skyla unlocked the door and flipped the sign in the window. She told Jack he could stay if he wanted, but he told her he would just come back later.

'Why is he here during the Summer anyway? Shouldn't he have waited for Winter or something. I guess I should ask him next time I see him'

Throughout her day, Skyla kept thinking about him and the sort of questions she needed to ask. If she was going to help him and Lauren get together, She'd need to know this Jack Frost was sincere and as perfect as her talkative house-mate had always claimed he was. 'Jack doesn't seem so bad, though. Actually, he's almost exactly how I imagined him from Laurens stories'

Customers came and went. Some of the more frequent visitors asking what's on her mind. "Boys." She would tell them. Once they'd shared a laugh, they moved on.

Being a waitress was a good job for Skyla. She's social, but has a hard time keeping up long conversations.

When her boss finally showed up, it was almost lunch time. He does that a lot, not being the type to wake up earlier than noon.

Working most of the day never bothered Sky. She would be up anyway, being about the opposite of Daniel, She hardly ever slept late.

Her work day passed quickly, mostly Sky just made pleasant conversation with the customers, and smiled as much as she could handle. Her thoughts continued to stray to the Winter Spirit and to her house-mate.

'I don't know how to make him visible to her. If it's even possible. I don't want to act as a translator, so it really would be better to think of how to get them to communicate first. The less involved I have to be after I tell Lauren he's around, the better.

'It's not as if I'll tell them to leave me alone, I just don't want to be around for the lovey dovey stuff.

'If they ever get to that point.'

And her thoughts went on like that. Wondering how she can help, and then wondering if it's possible, and finally setting a point for how long she would try.

"It probably won't happen tomorrow, but I'll give it another week before I question if I could forgive myself for giving up." Saying it aloud, she knew how pathetic she was. Not from the stares she got, but from nearly giving up so soon.

'Lauren, I'm sorry.'


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