Our Little Cafè Love

Chapter 1

The wind whipped the man's clothes as he walked in the wild storm. He shivered, pulling up his collar against the wet wind and tucking his head down, silently cursing for not watching the news today. Scowling, he ducked into a small café and shook himself.

"Hello Sir!" A cheery girl chirped at the counter. "Can I help you?"

"Unless you can stop this blasted rain no." The man sighed, his accent slipping through thanks to his irritation.

"Sorry Sir, but I'm afraid I can't do that. May I offer you a drink while you wait?" She tugged on a green apron. "I was about to leave when this storm started, so I'm stuck at work."

He rolled his eyes, but nodded. "A glass of iced water should be fine."

She grinned. "Coming right up! What's your name? We traditionally put it on the the cup."

He looked startled, but answered anyway. "Vincent."

"Okay Vincent, your glass of water should be out in just a few moments." With that said, she went into the backroom.

Vincent watched her go before turning back to look outside. It was gray, and raindrops were falling slowly down the window. He lifted a finger and followed one down, a habit he has had since he was just a child. Dropping his hand, Vincent stared gloomily at the streets. Not many people were out there. That didn't surprise him since the weather was terrible. This is just a horrible day. He thought pessimistically.

With an inaudible sigh, he slipped out of his great gray coat and set it on the back of his chair, revealing a blue long sleeve shirt.

"Here you go Vincent!" A voice snapped his thoughts like a twig.

Looking away from the window and to his right, he saw the field from before holding a large glass of water. "Thank you." He muttered as he took it.

She sat down across from him, hazel eyes happy, but bored. "My names Katherine Wallabaster."

"Wallabaster?" Vincent raised a eyebrow, taking a sip.

She snorted before shaking her head. "Apparently my great-great-great grandfather or another changed it. It's been my curse to bear ever since." She leaned forward, brown bangs getting in her eyes before she huffed and brushed them away. "And you?"

Vincent cocked his head to the right. "Huh?"

"I told you my name, it's kind of usual to give yours." She replied.

"Oh." In all honesty, he wasn't expecting that. "I told you my name already."

"Yeah, but-" She was cut off by a beep that echoed in the mostly empty cafe. "Excuse me, I'll be right back for I must go save my apple pie." Katherine hurried into the backroom. Soon the air was filled with the scent of the treat. In spite of himself, Vincent felt his mouth watering at the smell. "Hey Vincent?" Katherine poked her head out. "Do you like ice cream with your pie? Or do you not like pie?"

Vincent cleared his throat. "Vanilla Ice a cream please. I do indeed like pie as well."

She grinned. "Nice. Looks like I'll be bringing out two plates then." The door swung shut.

Vincent felt himself smile softly at her carefree attitude. She was such an oddity in his life. Everyone Vincent knew was just trying to get through school with the highest grades possible. "Done!" She sang happily as she walked over to the table for two.

"It looks delicious." Vincent commented quietly as he watched her set down the plates.

"Thanks. I brought the whole pie out too. I doubt that anyone will come out in this kind of storm." She shrugged and bit into her pie.