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Chris wasn't necessarily expecting much from his day when he sat in the cafe closest to the building he worked in on that clear-skied, Spring morning. The most surprising or happiest thing he expected to happen that day was for Danielle to come in with some new gossip or info about the other staff, as she definitely knew too much and had a tendency to tell him probably too much of it.

It was just a normal day. Working, as usual, talking to Dani, as usual and missing Felix... as usual.

At least it was supposed to be a normal day.

It was going to be a normal day, until he was sipping on his coffee and scrolling through Instagram. He sat in the raised seating area in the window, y'know, like where you can see all the people walking past outside and eat a french pastry that was made in a way that did the french recipes zero justice. He did that every morning, he made it apart of his daily routine, sipping from a scolding latte.

Sitting there. By a window. With a latte and a sweet treat. Oh, and Felix's peaceful voice that felt like dripping honey.

...

Wait. Felix's voice?

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Felix had stepped inside a cafe, near where google had told him the Heyday Films building was, it seemed welcoming. The familiar scent of cakes and coffee allowing him to take a deep breath, pausing the chaos of the English city bustling around him.

A place he didn't know, and the peace of familiarity.

It was weird though, something felt... too recognisable. It was the warmth and energy, in the air. It felt so. So similar to something. Someone.

Felix shrugged it off a little, however. Stepping up to the counter, where there was nobody lined up for it. The barista smiled simply, greeting him as a probably Irish accent slipped from their lips, before asking him for his order. He merely ordered a latte and a pain au chocolat, one of his favourite things to bake (but he does France justice with his recipe).

A few moments later, he looked around for a seat. After another barista handed him a tray with his order on it and he took in it in his hands carefully. He spotted an empty spot, by the window. The row of seats, were almost completely empty, except for the blonde-haired person that sat right by the door.

Felix took his place on the other side, gently taking the mug and small plate off of the tray and organising his drink how he liked it. And then he took a bite of his pain au chocolat.

Though, he forgot the brioche would be made differently to how he bakes his. And he forgot he wasn't alone.

"Oh, oh I definitely do it better." He spoke, placing the pastry back down to process the new flavour. "England can't do anything the right way, can they?"

He let out a chuckle, although it was a small one before embarrasment fell over him. He was talking to himself, out loud,  in public, in a place that no one knew him. Wow, way to make a first impression.

It wasn't much that gave him that realisation of what he was doing. Not much except, the feeling of eyes on him.

So he simply, turned his head over, to the person with the blonde hair sat on the other side of the table in front of the window. The person who was staring at him, with an odd look in his eyes.

Felix's gaze didn't meet the unreadable stare, however, until he realised that it was raining outside.

And the odd look, held something.

Something...

Sweeter.

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Something Sweeter chapters 1-4: The prologue. Completed.