One More Cup | D.M

16, | The Cafe

The weather has changed drastically since the last time I was in the Cafe with Valencia — I had a winter parka on along with stiff Doc Martin boots.

"If it isn't Draco!" A voice exclaimed as I put my coat on the back of the cafe chair.

I turned to see Delilah saying there with a friendly smile on her face. "Delilah, love, I haven't seen you in so long," I admitted as I gave her a quick side hug.

"You never come in here anymore, you or Valencia... how have you two been?" She asked me, a sparkle in her eyes as she waited for me to answer.

Valencia came walking up to us looking like she had just come out of a snowstorm. She had a winter jacket done right up, a hat, scarf and heavy winter boots on.

"Winter is not my friend." She commented as a shiver ran down her body. "Oh my, hello Delilah!" She greeted the barista once she saw her — I assumed I was blocking her from seeing Delilah when she first walked in.

"I was just asking about you, how have you been?"

"I've been good... not a fan of this weather." She admitted. I've come to learn that Valencia never said anything very personal about herself when answering questions. She answers them in a way where it doesn't come off as ignorant or short but it doesn't give off anything personal — I guess that was a practiced technique on her part.

"I can agree with you on that, I'm more of a summer gal — what can I get you two started with? Cappuccino and a black coffee?"

"Yes please." Valencia answered, "Unless Draco wants something else."

"Two rum cakes as well," I replied, knowing that Valencia has not eaten breakfast or anything for that matter.

"Sounds good."

"I'll be up to pay in a minute," I told Delilah and Valencia took a seat in front of me.

"You look gorgeous, my love."

She looked up at me and pursed her lips together, her cheeks would have turned red but they already were from the cold air outside. "Nothing about me in winter is gorgeous, Draco but thank you, you look handsome as always."

"I assume you haven't been to the eye doctors in a while then... you are losing your eyesight."

She furrowed her eyebrows at me before her face relaxed — she had gotten my little joke. "I think maybe you need glasses, hat hair is awfully unattractive."

"Maybe it is... but not when it comes to you," I told her with a wink and went to go pay for our food and drinks.

Delilah and I carried our stuff to the table Valencia was sitting at, she was fiddling with the zipper on her wallet.

"For you," Delilah said as she placed the rum cake and cappuccino in front of her.

"Thank you, Delilah." She said politely, flashing her a half-smile.

Once Delilah went back to the barista bar Valencia looked down at her cake, inspecting it. "I didn't want any cake, Draco."

"I know but I think it's best if you eat," I told her, shoving my fork in the direction of her plate.

"I'm—"

"A few bites darling."

I am aware she still struggles with eating and big amounts of food are extremely unappealing to her but I also know that with a bit of 'help' she eats.

"I know you said coffee wasn't enough so I took the time to make you something... it's not the nicest—"

I placed my sketchbook in front of her, flipping to one of the pages in the middle. Laying in front of her was a picture I drew of the two of us — Valencia holding the cactus in her hand with tiny hearts surrounding our heads.