I Won't Forget Those Blue Eyes

Chapter 6

| | | Just Let Go | | |

"Has this ever happened to you? You run into a friend you haven't spoken to in a while. You look at each other for a moment, wondering whether you should talk or not, cast awkward glances, and eventually go about your business. It's funny how two friends who were once inseparable can become complete strangers, isn't it?"

- Unkown

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| | | Y/n | | |

"Here you are, enjoy!" 

I said as I set the cup off overly sweetened coffee and a huge slice of cake. I couldn't deny that the amount of sugar Lady Margaret had on the daily at Caffia Du concerned me, but alas she tipped very nicely so I couldn't complain. I walked back behind the counter and started to wash some dishes before any next order. The rush was really hitting me, ten minutes had not even passed since I opened. Mom was probably still snoring upstairs, and Varian was taking an oddly long time. I heard the small ring of the bell we have at the register. I let out a small huff as I quickly rinsed the mug I had in my hands. I quickly shifted my tone and expression into a bright smile,

"Welcome to Caffia Du, order whenever you're ready!" I dried my hands turning around.

"Lets, see. Is there anything you'd recommend?" I let out a dry laugh, greeted by a Varian, rubbing his chin as he studied the menu "deep in thought." Following the act I switched back to my customer service face.

"Well sir, our most popular drink is currently our seasonal Dalgona coffee, and of course we have our signature french press variety. Many customers of course like to stick with our different flavored lattes and mochas, I would recommend trying any one of these as they all help start off any morning right." I put my hands together stretching my smile wider. I heard muffled chuckling. My eyes still shut, I sighed and pinched my nose returning to myself.

"Seriously, what would you like?" Varian gave out a small snort and smiled,

"I'll take a large americano, hot; and also one blueberry muffin and a cranberry scone." I scribbled his order down on my notepad. Not bothering to glance up I asked,

"Will that be all?" He nodded and started to pull out a pouch. Immediately I held my hand up to stop him,

"It's on me. I owe you. Find a place to sit." Varian tried to argue but I just turned around and started on his coffee and breakfast. While scooping coffee grounds into the french press I heard a loud rush of coins hit the small stack of money in our tip jar. I couldn't help but smile to myself at the act, but I simply continued with my work. After laying out the pastries on a small tray and filling up a mug with very strong coffee I turned towards the tables scanning each head trying to find that blue streak. I heard someone clear their throat near me, there he was. Perched like a little dainty lady at the few seats we have positioned at the bar of the counter. I remembered our first encounter and how he had sat there as well. Taking a few steps towards him I felt embarrassed for he had been watching me the whole time. I set down the tray and mug and gave a quick nod. Ruddiger hastily jumped off Varian's shoulders and began to scarf down the muffin. I hid my amused face by heading towards the lobby and picking up empty dishware and silverware left from customers. 

I continued by cleaning down each table and restocking the set of napkins each held. I did all of this while managing the few people who came in to order. Slowly business dwindled down and the rush had stopped. I dried the last dish I had and wiped the sweat forming on my forehead. I turned my head towards Varian, he sat with his leg bent on his chair and Ruddiger sleeping, his body stretching from Varian's shoulder to his positioned knee, the raccoon's whiskers still holding crumbs from his first muffin. Varian held his scone in the air, his eyes sharply focused on whatever he was writing in his journal. I hesitated but walked over to him as he stuffed the last piece of scone into his mouth. Clearing my throat I quietly asked,

"Are you done?" Varian finished up the sentence he was writing and looked up at me. He cocked his head to the side and replied,

"Could I have three muffins and a hot chocolate to go?"

"Yes, of course. I won't be paying for this though." He gave me a small smile and laughed,