Devil's Advocate - A.R & K.M

Chapter one

The taste of caffeine isn't something simply acquired, although it isn't for everyone, but something that you grow to love. I used to hate the way it's bitter nature would cloud my taste buds, but after getting used to it, I've found myself longing for it more and more. Now, however, I simply cannot live without it. That's precisely why I come to the same café everyday, in the hopes of finding the "answer" to my coffee filled dreams (or with the effects of caffeine, the lack there of). Sitting alone as always on a dreary Monday morning, I found myself wanting something more than the usual cappuccino. This led me to bring myself up to the counter, and order something a little unusual. Don't judge me for this, but I spoke these words to the kindly waitress: "Water, please."

She gave me a subtle look of disbelief, knowing my order off by heart, but then got straight to work on my simple request. I tried offering her a fiver, as more of a tip for her consistent hard work than anything, but instead she shook her head and told me it was on the house- as water usually is believed to be. Now, my ordering of water and coffee may seem to be as dull as it could get to read about, however I must give you the satisfaction of knowing something far more interesting. There was a woman standing next to me. And she was hot. Very hot.

Now I'm not one to stare, but this time it was not even a request but an order, as her overpowering presence commanded respect and attention. Her proud stance and almost masculine gait provided me with extra information towards her personality, and as I heard her strong Irish accent filling the air I knew then and there that this woman was not one I could ignore.

After having watched her turn abruptly to leave once she'd taken her own beverage out of the same waitress's hands, I felt something scorching my skin. The look of a disgruntled woman was the first thing I noticed , but then taking one peek at the front of my white top I discovered that said white top was now brown. A type of brown that would certainly not come out with a simple paper towel.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! Let me get that for you!" the previously incredibly confident woman now broke down every wall of fear-mongering she'd built up and instead was left with a shell of a human. Her wide eyes and shaking hands led me to realise she may not have been the calm, collected woman I'd only seconds before admired.

I could do nothing but stand and gasp as she grabbed a few white cloths from the counter and dabbed my front, her eyebrows now furrowing in a way that proved her concentration and efforts to help me out. Having known her intentions were not malicious in the slightest, I steadied her hand with my own, and waited for her deep blue eyes to meet mine. "It's okay. I didn't like that top anyways," I tried making light of the situation, still providing her with a warm smile and gentle touch to her continuously shaking hands.

"It doesn't matter if that was your finest wear or a crappy hand me down it's still not nice to spill boiling water over a pretty lady."

Her most recent words left me in a state of disbelief. Maybe she was still in control of herself, or charm was just something that came as naturally to her as good looks.

"How about you buy me a coffee tomorrow to make up for it?" I brave the words, knowing the only thing I had to lose was my dignity- something I honestly didn't value as much as I perhaps should have.

Not being caught off guard in the slightest, the Irish woman returned my smile, and placed the now coffee stained towels into the bin besides her. "Deal. I could never say no to a coffee date."

The word date made my eyes grow wide and left a slight tightening feeling in my stomach. "Same place same time?"

"Wouldn't miss it." She finished, "I'm so sorry again, but I have to go now. I'm kind of in a rush."

I nodded in understanding, and watched her turn towards the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and dirty shirt.

"Love at first sight is real, I'm telling you," That was perhaps the first sentence I'd heard the waitress speak that wasn't "Would you like sugar with that", or, "you're welcome". Giving her a gasp and roll of my eyes (paired with a smile to know I wasn't entirely serious), I turned towards the door myself, still holding my glass of water.

There was nothing more I wanted to do than run after the Irish woman whom I didn't even know the name of, but I knew a days wait would suffice if I could simply see her again.

AN- cheeky short chapter to introduce the book. Don't worry, the next chapters will be much longer ;)