The Jazz Cafe- Flower Husbands

The First Snowfall

Scott's Perspective

Scott sighed as he sat down at one of the tables.

It was a snowy night and Scott was mentally and physically exhausted, after all, he had spent the whole day moving and unpacking in his new house.

Scott was a 16-year-old with cyan hair and just moved from his homeland, Scotland, to London in late November.

He didn't have a problem with London, it was a beautiful atmosphere, but he never seemed to find a place to call home.

Maybe this was his chance.

His chance to find his place.

To find his home.

Scott rested his head on his hand and stared out the café window.

He listened to the jazz playing in the background and let his mind wander.

Scott picked up the warm coffee cup and sipped it, feeling relaxed.

This is what I needed. A break from my family.

Scott's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing bell that went off when someone entered the café.

He looked up and saw a man and a girl both with ginger hair.

Huh, must be siblings or something, they look about the same age...

Scott caught himself staring at the two and quickly turned away.

Sure, he liked to people watch, but if you were caught staring, it was embarrassing.

The two gingers then sat down at the table next to Scott's.

"And Lizzie said that the dress clashed with my ginger hair, and it didn't look good while Shelby said it looked fine, so I don't know what to believe now." The girl sighed.

Hm, interesting.

Scott thought, keeping his eyes outside the window, but listening deeply into their conversation.

"So could you give me your opinion later?" she then asked sweetly.

The guy sighed, "Sure Gem, but you know I'm no good at this stuff."

"I mean, you seem to look fine!" Gem said.

Scott glanced over at the guy and agreed with her statement.

He was wearing a black coat, white shirt, red scarf, and brown jeans.

The ginger wasn't Scott's type, but Scott thought he looked fine.

"Please, fWhip?" Gem repeated, putting her hands together in a begging way.

"Finnnnnnnneeeeeeeeee." fWhip said, rolling his eyes.

fWhip and Gem then grew silent as they looked out the window as well.

Scott could feel them staring at him and his cyan hair.

Luckily, his phone buzzed to break the tension.

He checked it and saw that his mom had texted him.

'Hey sweetie! Just wanted to ask you if you had a coat, it started snowing hard.'

Shit, Scott bit his lip, I didn't bring mine.

Scott told his mom this and she told him she'd pick him up.

He put his phone away and fWhip then started talking with Gem again.

"How's chorus going?" He asked.

"You know, Shelby's really good at reaching high notes, but she can't hold them for too long so we're probably going to have to limit which songs we're going to play for our winter concert." She said, looking disappointed.

fWhip nodded, "I heard from Jimmy that he has to show a new kid named Scott Major around on Monday."

Wait... that's my name.

Scott looked at them and Gem laughed,

"That's going to end badly. Jimmy gets lost so easily, how is he supposed to tour a new kid around?"

fWhip also laughed while Scott was freaking out.

Wait, I'm so fucking confused.

Scott's phone then buzzed again, and his mom had said that she was outside.

Scott drained his coffee and grabbed his stuff (which wasn't much).

He got up and right as he passed Gem and fWhip's table, Gem said,

"Hey! I like your hair, where do you get it done?"

Scott turned to face her, confused at first.

"Oh-uh... I do it myself!" Scott said.

Gem looked impressed, "Do you have blonde hair, or...?"

Scott nodded, "Blonde hair, so I don't have to bleach it or anything."

Gem nodded and said, "Cool, nice to meet you..."

"Scott. Scott Major." Scott interrupted.

She then looked stunned, "Wait, are you going to Wisteria High starting after break?"

Scott nodded and his phone buzzed.

"I gotta go- "

Gem then ripped off some of her napkin and scribbled her number down.

"Here. My number. Consider us friends!" She smiled.

Scott took the number, smiled as he waved goodbye, and walked out to his mother's car.