Airy Nothings | jerza

Coffee

Grumpy and exhausted, Erza entered the quaint café. Brushing snow off of her hair and jacket, she looked around curiously.

The bitter scent of roasted coffee beans lingered in the air. Erza frowned. She was more of a tea person. Glancing up at the handwritten sign, she began to make her tough decision.

"Can I interest you in some coffee?" a voice asked amiably. "It really is good, you know."

Erza was about to refuse. That was, until, she caught sight of the young, blue-haired man grinning at her from the other side of the polished counter.

"Uh..s-sure."

He smiled knowingly.