( zhanfang ; permanent starter call )
⊰ Ⅲ ⊱ So long had it been since she had last visited this
coffee shop. So quaint in its layout; its round tables
& their white lacy tablecloths all but complete with
seating that pulls together the classical old-worlde
nuance of the establishment. It’s comparable to a
“hole in the wall”, yet remains quite popular.Narcoleptic as she is, it’s odd to see Viola with any
variant of caffeine, but she finds it difficult to resist
the aesthetic of the joint itself on occasion.❝ Salted caramel mocha. ❞
Attentions shifts from the decor when she hears a
barista call her order, light clapping of heels on
hardware floor as she meanders to the counter.
She’s quick to notice, however, that it isn’t her name
written upon the foam cup. But the server looks at
her as if it were. She glances down at the cup once
more.❝ ’ Klaus ’ …mm…
This isn’t my order.❞
For most of his life, he would have never thought
he’d be so infatuated with coffee. But in the days
following his return from earth, he found a taste
for the bitter treat. Now mornings seemed strange
without its morning coffee, without the rich, dark
fragrance filling the air.
He actually quite enjoyed this little establishment,
its old world charm reminded him a little of home.
Of the little shops tucked under castles and city
walls, on the edge of grand forests or great lakes.
And the call for his name brought him back into
focus. Anchoring a mind slowly drifting into the
wind. Then a woman walked forth, picking up
the cup that he thought to be his. Perhaps he
was wrong but she looked a slight bewildered,
not fully accepting the beverage.
“That would be me. And that would be my order.”
He noticed the scribble on the cup to give the
slight semblance of his name. But from the look
of it, the scrawl was unintelligible. It read more
like ‘hlaas’ than his own name. Klaus reached
for the cup, his hand met with hers– only slightly
touching.
“You can have it. I can wait, let it be my little present you.”
God. It was only eight in the morning but he was
already flirting.