A/N: Hey again! :) I'm back with the new chapter of Crossing Fates! :) Also, tell me if you want a cover for this story :) If you guys want, I can make one. Although, I have no idea what the cover would be :/ Ah well, if you guys want one then I'll give it to you :) Anyway, enjoy the Irish booty...oh and the chapter! :D

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Bumping Fates

Monday, October 3

Arturia walked down the streets, looking for a good, empty cafe to buy a coffee from. She checked her phone to see what time it was. Seeing that it was already 9:30, she wondered why she couldn't find a good coffee shop that was small and smelt of delicious cappuccinos and warm french vanilla and pumpkin spice for the season was the chilly season of autumn. Yes, there were many cafes like the one she was describing, but there were none that were totally empty...well, besides one that just made its way into Arturia's field of vision a moment ago.

The cafe was on a rather quiet street, but she always saw people walking into it during the day so she never bothered to walk inside. She never did like large crowds. But this time however, the cafe seemed to be rather quiet, so she decided to try it out for the first time. There were many good reviews on the coffeehouse, so she might as well try it when there was no line. She also heard something about there being a rather charismatic man working there, but Arturia thought that it was probably just a false statement.

Upon entering, she noticed that the lights were dimmed and gave the small shop a golden tint, making it seem very calm and somewhat romantic. A sweet sounding bell rang, as she made her way inside and up to the counter, where it seemed to be completely empty. She looked around for the barista but couldn't see anyone, so she went ahead and rang the small bell that was placed by all of the delicious-looking (and smelling) baked goods.

She looked around the shop, seeing how beautiful it was on the inside. It was simple, yet it was one of the most gorgeous-looking cafes that Arturia had ever seen. Suddenly, there was a warm welcome that came from a man, the voice was deep and so very familiar. "Arturia?" he then asked with a tilt of his head, as he realized that the customer was the woman whom he had met on the subway. Arturia turned to the man and saw that the barista was Diarmuid.

"Ah Diarmuid, so this is where you work", she replied with a smile, a smile that could melt any man's heart with just a simple glance at it. It was sweeter than any of the sweets that the cafe offered, a sweet unknown to food. "Do you normally work this late?" Arturia asked, as she sat up on one of the bar stools in front of the counter.

"No, normally I work from eight to four, but one of my coworkers is sick so I volunteered to take their spot. And man do I wish I could continue with this shift", Diarmuid responded with a chuckle. "So, what would you like?"

"Hmm, I've actually never been here before, but I'm craving something vanilla that's not too strong", the blonde told the man.

"Hmm, what do you think of lattes?"

"I don't know. I've never tried one, but I guess there's a first for everything", Arturia commented with a small grin at the man. He nodded.

"Would you like that hot or iced?"

"Hot please", the emerald-eyed woman answered. The amber-eyed male nodded once more and started to make the beverage. Finally finishing it up, he handed Arturia the drink. She gave him a small "thanks" and proceeded to sip at the drink to see if her taste buds approved. Her eyes widened at the wonderful taste. "Wow, this is amazing. What kind of latte is it?"

"Vanilla; you told me you were craving something vanilla, so the first thing I thought of was a vanilla latte", Diarmuid said. "I'm very glad that you enjoy it." Arturia gave him a sweet smile and then chuckled, remembering something. "Is something funny?"

"Haha, I just remembered you saying that maybe fate ships us, and here we are, meeting each other once again on accident. And this is the third time that this has happened. Maybe, you're right about the fates shipping us", the short female giggled, as she continued to drink her coffee.

The Irish barista let out a small chuckle. "Haha yeah, maybe sometime in the future we're going to realize that we were actually soulmates the whole entire time", he continued to laugh. "Which reminds me, I wasn't able to finish my sentence a few days ago."

"Oh, was it the one that you started to say before the subway arrived at your stop?"

"Correct, I was going to tell you that I actually don't have a girlfriend. Right now, I'm totally single", Diarmuid told her, finally telling her what he was going to tell her a few days ago. Her eyes widened at the sentence, for she hadn't been expecting that answer.

"You, you...don't have a girlfriend? I don't believe that for a second", Arturia replied. Diarmuid laughed at the reaction. He leaned up against the counter top and looked her in the eyes.

"Nope, I'm one hundred percent single. No girlfriend, no almost girlfriend, no nothing; I'm a free man right now", he stated with a smirk upon his lips. Out of all of the answers that she didn't expect to hear from such a handsome man as Diarmuid, that was definitely the one she was most not expecting to hear.

"Wow, I would have never guessed. Even Jeanne agreed with me whenever I said that you must have had one of those Victoria Secret models as a girlfriend. You know, someone with a perfect body, a perfect face, and incredibly intelligent and beautiful", the woman, who thought of herself as the direct opposite of said description, told him. He chuckled once more.

"Nope, trust me. I've had a girlfriend before, but I found that it was a horrible experience. And, it's kind of the reason why I don't get out much, and my brother always tells me to get out of the apartment and go get myself a 'lovely, little lass'."

"Oh, really? Does your brother have a girlfriend?" Arturia asked with a smirk, looking into the amber eyes.

"No, he doesn't have one either."

"What a hypocrite", Arturia laughed.

"Yeah, but he has it a bit rougher than I do."

"Why? Is he not attractive?"

"No; in fact, he could probably find a woman such as the one you just described in a heart beat. The problem is that he's kind of, how should I say it, recognizable", the raven-haired man informed her. The petite blonde tilted her head.

"You mean he's, like, famous?" she questioned, an amused smile on her face.

"Exactly, he has to always wear a hood over his head and walk paths that are basically ignored by most of the people in Fuyuki City. You can get there with a couple wrong turns, but other than that no one ever really takes that way since all you could do is walk through the main streets", Diarmuid spoke rather quietly. Arturia sipped her latte before speaking.

"Okay, come now. Spill it, Diarmuid. Who's your brother?" The Irishman smiled at her, reluctant to tell her but soon spoke up.

"Fine, I'll tell you, since you're probably going to find out with you most likely being my soulmate", he jested. "My brother is Cu Chulainn Ua Duibhne. Have you heard of him?" Arturia's jaw dropped at the name, for she immediately recognized it. Jeanne and her have always wanted to go to one of his concerts, but they unfortunately could never find the time and the money. Although the two had decent paying jobs (both being high-paid secretaries), they still couldn't find the kind of money for the price of a ticket to one of his concerts.

"Okay, now you're just lying", she told him. "You two look nothing alike."

"Fine, you don't believe me? I (unfortunately) have pictures of him with his shirt off and his hair down", Diarmuid told her with a chuckle, as he took out his phone from his pocket. Arturia leaned in closer giggling.

"I have to see this", she said amusingly, as he went to his pictures and showed her selfies of the singer (and just as he had told her) without a shirt and his hair down. She laughed whenever she realized that the man must have gotten into Diarmuid's phone and continued to take selfies on it. "Oh my god, this is absolutely great. There must be at least a hundred pictures of him like this."

"Yes, I know. That's why I take my phone everywhere I go now. The dude gets so bored during the day", the man said. She laughed.

"So, he really is your brother."

"Told you. I can send some to you, if you give me your number. I have to get him back anyway", Diarmuid replied. Arturia nodded her head with a small "yes please" as she took out a piece of paper from her handbag and wrote down her phone number, giving it to him. "Thank you", he thanked her, taking the paper. She suddenly gave him an amused look.

"Did you just trick me into giving you my number?" Diarmuid laughed, what a trickster he was. Arturia laughed. "Okay fine then, now that you have my number you have to give me yours", she told him. He gave her an ornery smirk.

"Okay, fine", he responded, stretching out a hand for her to give him a piece of paper so he could write down his number. "There you go, sweetheart." Arturia shook her head, continuing to drink her latte.

After saying thank you for his cellphone number, she continued to chat with him, "So, how long until your shift is over?"

"Midnight, and then I have to close", he answered her. "Although, nobody else is probably going to come after you leave. "There's barely anyone who ever comes in passed ten. It starts to suck after awhile."

"I bet. Jeanne and I don't work very late, so we don't have to worry about that. So, what exactly do you do whenever nobody is here?"

"Normally, I just go on my phone, try to find something entertaining to do." Arturia nodded, as she finished her latte. Although she really wanted another, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep, and Jeanne would start to worry about her. "You finished?"

"Yeah, I better get going. Jeanne won't be happy, if I make her worry", the blonde told the dark-haired male. He nodded and then gave the woman a wink.

"Text me, if you get bored. I won't be busy", he told her. She nodded, as she grabbed her hand bag that was placed on the counter.

"I'll be sure to send you one when I get home", Arturia replied. "Good night, Diarmuid." She then turned around to leave, giving him one last smile.

"And you as well, dear", the tall male responded politely as he started to clean the counter. Arturia nodded to him and proceeded to walk out of the cafe. Maybe, I should go there more often, the short female thought to herself.

A/N: Hey! :D Sorry for the shorter chapter! D: Anyway, the cover should be changed back by tomorrow :) As always, have a WONDERFUL Day! :D