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When he woke up on Sunday afternoon he had one of the worst hangovers he had had in a long time. He'd gone to 'The Moby Dick' again Saturday night (avoiding the barmaids this time though), but Law hadn't been around.

Deep down he was the slightest bit disappointed. But he didn't really know why. He hardly knew the guy. Ok, they went to the same class. But that was also where the common points ended. They never talked, they didn't do anything together. And Kid was pretty sure that he had never seen the dark-haired male in 'The Moby Dick' before.

But then again, maybe he wouldn't have noticed him. Shaking his head he tried to get rid of the strange thought, regretting his thoughtless action immediately. His head was hammering, and every sound and small light was pure agony. Carefully he sat up and searched the floor for his 'Hangover-Outfit'.

Grabbing the jacked with his toes, Kid moved his head only the absolute necessary distances. It didn't matter if he turned his head or moved it up and down. It was just plain painful. Cursing the fact he had no painkiller in his room he stood, trying to find his balance on wobbly feet.

Slowly he walked into the kitchen and pressed the On-button on his coffee machine, waiting for the familiar sound of the device starting to work. Nothing happened. With a murderous look he turned to face the machine. But not even his I-will-kill-you-slowly-and-painfully-look did anything to impress the machine. It just didn't work anymore.

Sighing he turned and went to the bathroom. A relaxing shower would probably help to sooth his raging headache a bit. He would need coffee at some point, though. The hot water on his skin felt comfortable and he stood under the steady flow for a few minutes, doing nothing. He would bother washing his hair in five minutes. In five minutes. Yes he would…

After washing all the shampoo out of his hair half an hour later he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Rubbing his hair dry he carefully tried a few moves with his head. The headache had gotten a little better, but was still there. And if he made a too fast move, it was back full force.

"Coffee…" he murmured and stared out of the window absentmindedly. If he remembered correctly there was a Starbuck right around the corner, open on Sunday. Perfect! Joyfully he turned around, finding that this had been a really bad idea. Hello headache, I almost forgot you.

Stumbling in his room, he grabbed a pair of jeans and his coat. Coffee would be the only thing that made his day – or what was left of it – endurable. He slammed the door shut (another thoughtless action) and ran down the stairs. By the time he had reached the Starbuck his headache was back and his head felt like exploding.

He opened the door and entered the warm and comfortable coffee shop. It was empty, safe for a few couples sitting in the large chairs – good. Upon seeing the waiter though, the redhead seriously considered if surviving without coffee would be possible.

There he stood, a green Starbucks apron wound tightly around his body, the black hair as messy as usual and a broad grin in place. Trafalgar Law was working in a Starbucks? He believed to be still asleep and having some odd nightmare. He gritted his teeth and walked up to his school mate. The dark haired male had the grin still firmly in place when he said: "What would you like, Mister Eustass?" Still denying who he saw clearly in front of him, the redhead was too shocked to even think straight, let alone speak. Then he managed to mumble 'coffee'.

Trafalgar laughed. He grabbed a cup and got the coffee, all the while smirking at him. He raised a hairless eyebrow but didn't say anything. The dark haired male handed him the coffee. When he grabbed for his purse the other just shook his head, smirking. "This time it's for free. Just to have seen your stupid look when you walked in here is worth it."

And somehow he didn't want to punch in Law's teeth for the comment, which was rather strange. He never ever looked stupid. But apparently this damn Trafalgar guy could openly insult him without risking any beating.

His head hurt from the strange thoughts passing through his mind and he postponed thinking about the whole matter 'Trafalgar Law'. He took the coffee from Law's hands, briefly touching the other male's fingers. Carefully he tested the temperature. His aching head was enough pain; he didn't need to burn his lips too.

After a rather awkward silence during which the redhead waited for his coffee to cool down, the liquid had reached an acceptable temperature. He had to admit, it was a good coffee, strong. He gave a small nod to Trafalgar and left the Starbucks.

Mumbling he wandered along the street back home. Since Thursday they were constantly running into each other. School, 'The Moby Dick', Starbucks… The redhead cursed. Destiny had some fucking weird sense of humour. At least Law was hot. Wait, what?

Shaking his head he thought about the strange understanding they had reached that cold day of December first. It was like they knew each other forever! The redhead wondered what would have happened if they had started talking on that first day he joined the school.

Emptying his cup he shook his head. He would think about Law when he didn't have a fucking headache. Might be better…

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