Nick Jones And The Search For A Soul mate.

chapter one: Meet the Prince

Just moving to Dallas Texas was one thing, but moving there from a different country was another. Nick was from Paris France, and from a very small family, that currently didn't like him very much for perusing his dream job instead of their ideas for him.

he couldn't bring himself to regret it though, as he was following his dream, which was to become a great artist. His family didn't believe he could make it, even with his skill, but he managed to open up a shop right next door to a quaint little coffee shop.

Coffee next door did sound like a defiant bonus to him, luckily they had some late and early hours...

A nice bookstore was a little ways down the street as we which he would probably end up being the best customer there... not that he minded though, books were life and life was books.

He was currently getting ready for the day, brushing his long shaggy hair into a ponytail and smoothing out his tail coat tux. His green eyes were shown through what might be the most nerdiest pair of glasses in the world that rested on his pale freckled face.

He looked himself over in the mirror once more before heading downstairs and getting the shop ready to open in the lovely hour of seven o'clock.

He fixed all of his art and others who had chosen to let their stuff be sold here and dusted off things. He was pretty nervous, being it was the end of his second week here and the end of the first week of this business being open.

When he was done, he flipped the closed sign so it showed the place was open, as he unlocked the door.

He let out a slight yawn as he made his way to the cashier spot, behind a fancy table.

Hopefully today ran as smoothly as yesterday...

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Nick winced as he stretched his lanky arms out and above his head. He had the place opened for twelve hours, and a few annoying customers were bound to come by. Luckily one of them just left, as he closed the place down.

He could defiantly use a coffee right now, but first he had to finish sweeping, elsewhere it'll never get done...

It didn't take all that long to close down the shop, and he was already out the door to get his first coffee at the place next door.

His bangs blew all around him as the cold winter wind blew through the street. Shivering slightly he pulled his tail coat  a little closer towards him.

When he entered the shop, there was a ding of the bell above his head attached to the door, telling the only barista there that she had another customer.

She was kind of cute, if you were into punk rock kinda girls. She had some piercings here and there, wearing a green apron, and long hair, not to mention the most gorgeous eyes he'd ever seen.

He shook himself from his starring and walked over towards the girl who was looking at him curiously from behind her dark brown bangs.

He gulped a little before ordering something simple, watching as she messed with the foam for a little bit. She seemed to be doing it in a specific pattern but he couldn't see what.

He looked around the store, as he realized he was starring again. It was defiantly cozy, plants hanging around, all looking in good health, calming music was playing, the floors and booths were all wood and the cushions were a dark blue green. There were a few bookshelves here and there the same color as the cushions and some holiday decorations that just added to the comfort.

The lighting in the place defiantly calmed down any stress or nerves he had building up. It helped the lighting was mostly from Christmas lights, as that was a always welcomed treat to see.

He heard someone clear their throat behind him, which ment it was the barista...

He rubbed the back of his neck as he blushed slightly, embarrassed. She just giggled, a jingle like sound, defiantly suiting the holidays.

"Here's your coffee, sir," she smiled which he gladly returned the gesture.

"Thank you madmosiel, you are very kind," he told her in his French accent.

He then said his goodbyes to the girl, and started heading towards his shop, which was below his apartment that connected to it.

Nick glanced down to see what she had done with the foam, and saw a fox starring right back at him...

He defiantly was going to go to that coffee shop again...
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Heya guys!
So this is my second update today, this story is going to be apart of the other story, how to not kill your new roommate, so try to read that one as well as this one.
This one I'm doing on my own, so I hope you enjoy it still.

Cheers!
R.J.