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A/N: oh my first ever review! Hello, Guest c1! To answer your question: it's only 4 chapters long so not gonna tell you when they'll learn each other's name. And about her being friends with Fleur or not, that would only be answered in my next fanfic, it would be a two-shots fic to explain their backstories. Thank you! I really appreciate your review! You made my day!
Chapter 2: Breakfast
It has been two weeks since their first meeting.
He visited the cafe five times since then. Thursday, Saturday, Sunday, Tuesday, and Saturday. Every visits at the same time, 3:00 at the evening and he always stayed until 10:00-11:00 at night. Today was different. It was Wednesday and it was a beautiful morning, contrary to the dreadful weather the first time he came. Now that he wasn't in a hurry, he took a top to bottom lookover of the cottage. It was actually quite quaint. Surrounded by wildflowers and there was a big window above the door, he didn't notice it before. "Well, it is a two-storey cottage." He mumbled. He stood on the porch, holding the door knob.
Fuck should have asked for the business hour. Is it open? Am I too early? It's 8:30 isn't cafes usually open at 9:00 or 10:00 in the morning? Should I knock? Oh I should knock.
So he knocked. He counted to nineteenー he had no idea why she likes nineteen so much. Nineteen menus, nineteen plants around the big glass window, nineteen percent off, and now he too had this habit of counting to nineteen instead of tenー and yet there was still no sign of its opening. He was about to leave when he heard a sound of shattered glass. He opened the door at once and called out. "Hello?"
"Yes?" Her head popped up from the bar. He laughed when he saw how small her head was popping out like that.
"Kitten, you look like that arcade game! The one with holes and cats or roddents or whatever the creature was; and they popped out of the holes and you need to hit it? Yeah you look like that one."
She huffed her stray curl that found their way to her face. "It's not funny!" Her head was gone now and he laughed again. Then she popped her head back with her narrowed eyes and he doubled in laughter at that.
"Ha ha ha. Very mature! If you're so carefree to laugh like that, why don't you come and help me clean this mess?"
"But I'm your customer!" He whined but still walked to the bar and found her kneeling in front of blue and yellow shattered glasses.
"You're bleeding!" His eyes widened. From the look of it, it was two mugs and she was obviously too smart to sort these shattered pieces out with her hand. "I saw that eyes rolling, mister!" He took her hand and motioned her to move so he could clean the mess "properly this time." Now it was her turn to rolled her eyes as she sat on the counter with her long slender fair legsー he tried to not notice how short her shorts wasー dangling right beside where he knelt.
"And you're barefoot? Kitten, you are just too smart for this."
"I'm always barefoot! I hate socks. My toes feel trapped. How should I know those mugs decided to break today of all day?" She defended herself weakly. He got up and asked where she put the broom. She jerked her head to the kitchen.
"Back there beside the dryer. Outside the kitchen!"
The kitchen was small with yellow painted wall and checkered tiles. He saw her uneaten toasts on the counter. He came back with a broom and her plate of toasts on his other hand. "Eat." He commanded. She took a toast to her mouth with her unhurt hand and hummed happily.
"I just want to brew my black coffee."
"You can brew four cups of coffee if you want after I'm done cleaning your mess." He swept the last piece of glass and took off one shoe to check if there was any more glass that he missed with his now bare foot.
"All clear, kitten. Now brew me my nineteen percent off coffee!" He walked back to the kitchen to put away the broom and the glasses.
"But my haaanndddd." She pouted at him. He took her hand worriedly and then pushed it back with mock annoyance.
"It's just a small cut on your pinky!"
"But it hurts." She was still pouting but this time with a mischief glint in her eyes. He smiled and shook his head before he took her finger to his lips and kissed it.
"Better?"
"Better! Now how do you take your coffee today?" She hugged him briefly as a thank you and jumped off the counter.
He sat on one of the stool at the bar and read the menu written with chalk on the small blackboard above the wine shelf. "Flat white, please. Double shot!" He put two fingers up.
She nodded and started grinding the coffee bean. "Go put on any record if you want. Sorry it's pretty messy here. There's boxes of stocks came late yesterday. Charlie sent them last night, thank gods for Charlie!"
He walked towards the records and peeked into the boxes on his way. "More books?"
"More books more to read!" She sang.
"Coffee beans? Is it already finishing? You only started your business two weeks ago." He picked a random french vinyl and played it. "So you ordered these stuff from Charlie?"
She put his flat white coffee, with two piece of toasted bread already coated with butter and strawberry jam just how he likes them. "Business is blooming! I never thought it goes this well. I'm thinking of adding cakes on the menu, but my baking skill is.. average."
He snorted.
"I heard that, mister! And to answer your second question, no. Charlie works as a zoologist in Romania and coincidentally I ordered my beans from one of the company there. I actually discovered my love for coffee from my visit to Romania, I think it was around 2001? Charlie introduced this one hell of a Romanian coffee's recipe, Marghilomana coffee. It was so good." She made her way to her yellow painted kitchen.
He took his seat to enjoy his breakfast. She came out from the kitchen with two plates of srambled eggs. "Extra salt, extra pepper, and extra creamy."
"You know me best, kitten. Not only you make the best coffee, you also make me the best breakfast I ever had in my life!"
"You're welcome. Now eat!" She sat on the stool on his right. Both of them ate in a comfortable silence. Once they finished, he offered her to help with the stocks. "You're too small to carry all those."
"Hey! I'll let you know I won this literally deadly tournament back in highschool against three healthy fully grown boys! I have enough muscle, thank you very much." She started to stack one box on top of another just to be taken by him.
"I know you're strong, kitten. Just let me show you my chivalrous side, alright? Where do you want these?"
She carried one box with her and led him to the bar. "Arrange them nicely under the bar."
It took them almost an hour to finish putting the stocks away. He now sat on one of the closest table to the book shelf, where she now arranging the books, alphabetically. "They're just gonna pick random books to read then put it back wherever again. What's the point of arranging it alphabetically?"
"So they could find whatever it is they want to read with ease. I don't mind arranging it again and again. It calms me anyway."
"To arrange stuff?" He leaned back on his seat, both his hands locked behind his neck. His eyes still on her. Nope. I'm not checking her fair thigh at all. Nope.
His eyes trailed her legs and he wondered in amazement at how long and slender and perfect her legs were. He trailed his eyes up and saw a glimpse of her bare back as she bowed down to reach the lower racks, continuing his trailing adventure to her chest, braless if that pointy nipples were telling enough, now trailing up to her long neck, up to her delicious looking, kissable pink pouty lips, her button nose and her doe-shaped eyes that were staring at him.. back? Whaー
Shit!
He sat up straighter and his face flushed red now that she caught him checking her out like a deer caught in the headlights. He tried to cover his embarrasment by drinking his new cup of long black coffee, religiously avoiding her gaze. She tilted her head to the side and smirked at him.
"Like what you see?" He chocked on his coffee and she laughed at him. He hurriedly pulled himself together.
"You have a huge collection of books, kitten." He winked at her. She snorted and muttered something that sounded like "yeah right" and "men".
It was 11:24 a.m. when he decided to leave. He asked what was the business hour. She laughed it off and said, "I opened and closed at whatever time I want." He asked again if he can come early again for breakfast. She replied with a brilliant smile. "Come whenever, even at any ungodly hour you want. My door will always open for you."
What he didn't know was that her door literally will always open for him, magically.