The Mouse and The Monarch

45

~MOUSE~

Ophelia stretched her arms above her head, feeling the tension of the long flight dissipate as she stepped into the bustling Austrian airport.

The air hummed with the sounds of chatter, footsteps echoing against the polished floors, and the occasional announcement over the intercom in a melodic Austrian accent.

As she watched suitcases and bags rumbling past her on the conveyor belt, Ophelia couldn't help but marvel at her surroundings.

The airport was a symphony of modern architecture and efficient design, seamlessly blending functionality with aesthetic appeal.

Tall glass windows flooded the terminal with natural light, offering glimpses of the picturesque Austrian countryside beyond.

Her eyes tracked over everything, taking in the details that made this airport so different from what she was used to back home.

The walls were adorned with vibrant murals depicting scenes of Austrian culture and history, adding a touch of artistic flair to the space.

Lush indoor gardens dotted the terminal, their verdant foliage providing a refreshing contrast to the sleek lines of the architecture.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of pastries from a nearby bakery.

Ophelia's stomach rumbled in response, reminding her that she hadn't eaten.

König...Nöel had been stopped for a 'routine search'.

She chuckled softly as she watched the security personnel stop him.

She was not at all surprised.

He was massive and covered in scars.

Turning her attention away from the security checkpoint, Ophelia spotted a small coffee spot nestled in a corner of the airport terminal.

The inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned to her.

With a small smile, she adjusted the strap of her bag and made her way towards it.

The café was adorned with warm, earthy tones that lent it a welcoming ambience.

Soft lighting illuminated the space, casting a gentle glow over the rustic wooden tables and plush armchairs.

The counter, adorned with an array of pastries and gourmet snacks, drew her attention as she approached.

Behind the counter stood a young man with tousled black hair and warm, hazel eyes.

Her gaze met his, and she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes widened in surprise before a charming smile spread across his face.

There was something endearing about the way he looked at her as if she had caught him off guard in the best possible way.

"Hey, was kann ich dir schenken?" he asked softly, his hazel eyes twinkling with warmth.

Ophelia felt her mouth fall open, her cheeks heating as she realized she had no idea what he was saying.

She blinked, trying to process his words, but the unfamiliar language left her feeling flustered.

"Um..." she trailed off, momentarily lost for words as she stared at him, feeling utterly embarrassed by her inability to understand.