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Allen had to admit, Lavi wasn't a bad companion to hang around. He easily lifted his spirits with charming grins and light jokes but knew when it was time to work. And work he did.

In the few minutes Allen had to sit on the sidelines for a break and watch the redhead practice, he had to admit he wasn't expected someone so goofy to take something so seriously, but the teen's focus never wavered from his goal.

Allen had never found hockey interesting. He always thought it was a brutish sport, no elegance to it at all. A sport full of meatheads, honestly.

Lavi had proven him wrong, though.

Lavi made the sport look beautiful and mesmerizing. Allen mourned the loss when he had to rip his eyes away from the bulky figured moving the puck about the ice and focus on his own side of the ice.

After a while of practicing, Lavi skated up to Allen, chugging a water bottle with one hand and pushing back his sweaty locks with the other, "Wanna go grab lunch? My treat."

Allen didn't have to think very much before nodding eagerly. He definitely wanted to know more about this interesting redhead.

"We can head out to this little cafe around the corner. It's our regular haunt," Lavi was saying as they exited the building.

Allen nodded in agreement, "Sounds good. Cafes are the best." Wow, Allen, couldn't have thought of something better to say?

Luckily, Lavi thought nothing of it and nodded, "Totally. Especially during a cold day of training."

"In England," Allen started, breathing into his gloved hands, "Anita would always bring a canister of Earl Gray tea. Would set up a table and teacups in the middle of the ice rink," he chuckled at the memory, "She always said that for one to have the elegance of roaylity, one had to break like royalty."

Lavi joined in his laughing, "She sounds like an interesting person."

Allen nodded, "She is," he still felt a little sour about having to leave her, but he took comfort in knowing she said she would visit for his brithday before he'd left.

Lavi patted him on the shoulder, "Chin up, brit. It can only get better from here."

As they settled into a booth sitting against a window facing a busy street, Allen found himself rather fond of the quiant little place.

It as simple, with a brown and green color scheme and large open windows. There was a caged fire pit in the middle, heating up the small building effectively. The waiters were all friendly and dressed casually.

It was Allen's kind of place.

"What do you wanna get?" Lavi pipes up from behind the menu hhad propped up on the table.

Allen hummed, "I've always been rather fond of vanilla capuccinos..." he mumbled, his silvers eyes readin through each item.

"They have a delicious vanilla mint cappuccino if you're in for something different." Lavi said with a grin, flipping his menu over to show the whitette.

Allen nodded, "That does sound good. I'll get that, then."

Lavi nodded, piling their menus at the edge of the table.

"Hi Lavi and company, what can I get for ya today?" the waitress greeted, a smile on her lips as she focused her attention solely on Lavi.

'Rude much?'

"I'll get the usual nutmeg blend and Allen here will get the vanilla mint capuccino," he told her, a polite smile resting on his chilled lips.

The girl nodded, walking away with the menus without sparing a glance in Allen's direction.

Allen couldn't help but scowl. Who did she think she was?

"What's with that scary face?" Lavi asked, chuckling.

Allen pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "I don't like her," he mttered.

"Aw..." Lavi cooed, reaching over the table to pull at Allen's cheek, "Does someone feel ignored~?"

Allen swatted Lavi's hands away with a giggle, "Stop it!"

Lavi laughed, an amused expression lighting up his delighted face, "Don't worry, you're still my favorite brit."

A blush spread acros Allen's cheeks as he muttered, "Hate you."

Lavi laughed briefly before a comfortable blanket of silence envelopes us as we wait for our beverages.

It was about 5 minutes before our -rude- waitress set our drinks on on the table.

Lavi watched expectantly as i picked my cup up, taking a feeble sip of the scolding hot liquid.

He hummed pleasantly, licking the foam from his top lip, "It's good,"

Lavi grinned, "Didn't i tell you?" he said, sipping his own drink.

Allen laughed as Lavi set his drink down quickly, his burnt tongue hanging outof his mouth as he fanned it.

"'s not funny..." Lavi mumbled, sending Allen a hurt puppy look.

'Sure it's not..." Allen replied, averting his eyes innocently.

Lavi handed Allen a piece of paper as they turned out of the rink later that night, "This is my number, today was good, we should do it again."

Allen chuckled, taking the piece of paper and shoving it into the pocket of his black and white checkered skinnies, "You say it like it was planned,"

"Well..." Lavi drew out, "Next time, it can be!" he finished cheerily.

Allen nodded in agreement, "Sure. I'll text you later so you have my number, too."

"Awesome sauce!" Lavi cheered, grabbing his duffel from the ground where he'd set it down.

"See you, brit!" He said waving as they parted.

"Bye!" Allen called back.

Allen stuck earbuds into his ears, music flowing through them as he walked.

That day hadn't been the worst and Allen found himself thinking that me might not hate it in America as muchas he thought he would.

It would be interesting, to say the least.

Despite its short length, I elt it appropriate to end it here.