A/N Chapter 3!:) Sorry I haven't updated this in a couple of days, I kept getting stuck ^_^' But here it is!:D

Disclaimer: I don't own APH or the poem. But I do own the plot! :D

Day shortly turned into night and by the time Elizabeta made it to The Shadow's it was only 7:30. She saw Roderich sitting on the piano bench writing something down. "I didn't think you would come so early." He said not looking up at Elizabeta. "I don't know why, but I always come earlier than what someone tells me to come. Force of habit I guess. What are you writing?" She asked. Roderich looked up and smiled. "A song that I just finished writing." Now it was her turn to smile. "You write songs?" "Well every now and then, but I have been writing this for about a month and now, it's finally finished. Would you like to hear it?" He asked. She nodded. "Here, I'll make room so you can sit too."Roderich said scooting over on the piano bench. She sat down next to him as he set up his sheet music and began to play.

The song was so light, so soft, and so sweet. But there were moments in the song where the notes were so dark, so heavy, and so powerful. The mixture of different notes flowed so beautifully together it baffled Elizabeta. 'I thought Roderich would be a good pianist, but not this good.' She thought as tears started to collect at the rim of her eyes.

Soon the song was over (much to Elizabeta's disappointment) and Roderich re-collected his sheet music. "What do you think?" He asked. Elizabeta blinked making the tears stream down her face. Never had she cried at the beauty of a song before. "Elizabeta? Are you crying?" He asked softly. Elizabeta sniffled and grabbed Roderich's pocket handkerchief that was sticking out of his shirt pocket and dabbed her eyes with it. "Well I was going to use that for latter but…" He started. "I wasn't crying! My contact just slipped!" She lied handing him back his handkerchief.

"You wear contacts?" He asked. "They're better than glasses." She said pointing at his glasses that rested at the bridge of his nose. "I don't have to wear glasses; I just wear them because they make my face look less…boring."Roderich said. "Well it can't be that bad. May I?" Elizabeta asked carefully sliding the glasses off of his face and placing them on the piano. She tilted her hand in confusion. He really did look boring without them. She stifled a laugh. Roderich sighed and grabbed his glasses off of the piano and slipped them on his face. "I told you I look boring." He mumbled.

"Roderich have you seen jacket?" A man with long blonde hair said coming out of a door that was on the side of the stage. He looked at Elizabeta and grinned, "Well hello I am Francis Bonnefoy, owner of The Shadow's Café. May I ask of your name?" Francis said grabbing Elizabeta's hand but before he could kiss it she snatched it back. "I'm Elizabeta Hédeváry." She said. "Um? Francis I wouldn't do.." Roderich started but it was too late, Francis caught Elizabeta off guard and grabbed her by the waist and tilted her chin up. "Elizabeta is such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman." He whispered to her. Elizabeta brought up her hand and thumped Francis in his forehead. "I tried to tell you." Roderich mumbled as Francis wined and cried over the pain in his forehead.

8 o'clock hit and people filled up the café as Roderich and other members of the band started playing soft jazz in the background. An hour and a half passed when Francis walked up on stage. "Good evening everyone, I've been asked if poetry could be shared on the stage tonight.. I didn't hesitate to say yes. So starting off with the one who gave this idea, we have our very own Madeline Benoit." Everyone clapped as Madeline (A/N Roderich and Elizabeta's waitress from earlier in case you forgot) came up on stage and sat on the stool. "Hello everyone. I'm Madeline Benoit waitress at The Shadow's Café and when I'm not working I'm at home, writing poetry and I just thought it would be nice to share some with you all tonight." She said and took a deep breath.

Timeless

All time that we face down here, whether that time is far or near,

Will just become a period behind, as the future comes to mind,

Here, the present, future and past, are periods that will not last,

As all the time we come to see, are just spans towards Eternity.

After she was done everyone clapped and cheered. "I'm glad you all liked it. I have more if you all would like to—" She couldn't even get her sentence out before everyone started clapping even louder for her to keep going. For the rest of the night, Madeline said more poems, and Elizabeta just thought she was just wonderful. Some of her poems made her laugh, some made her cry, and some just made her plain wonder.

"It's getting close to 12:00 so I think now would be a good time to close everything down for tonight. Have a goodnight everyone." Francis said over the microphone. While everyone was leaving and the staff was cleaning up, Francis pulled Madeline to the side. "Is there something wrong sir?" She asked. "No, not at all." He said waving his hands in the air the air. "In fact, I was wondering if you would like to say some of your poems every night because it seems that the crowed really enjoyed them; including me." He said smiling which made her blush. "And, I'll even pay you 5 dollars for each poem you do a night. So how about it?" He asked. "I wouldn't mind doing that at all, thank you sir." She said and went back to work.

After the cleaning was done, (which Elizabeta didn't mind helping with) Roderich and Elizabeta walked out at the same time. "I'm glad I came tonight, you are a very good pianist Roderich." She said smiling. Roderich returned the smile. "I'm glad you think that, thank you." And for the first time, Elizabeta's green eyes met Roderich's violet eyes and held, having nothing but the sound of the wind gently blowing. "Well I guess I'll see you soon, Goodbye Roderich." Elizabeta said breaking the silence and holding out a hand. Roderich grabbed her hand and shook it. "I guess so. Goodbye Elizabeta." He said and they went their separate ways.

A/N I know what you're thinking, 'I've waited 3 days for this crappy chapter?' ._. I'm sorry if you think this chapter sucks, but I'll try harder to writing chapter 4! (If your still sticking around reading this story._.) And I have the audacity ask: Review?