Tu Voudrais Chaud Chocolat?(Nico Di Angelo fanfic)

Chapter 2- Hot chocolate?!?

Rivas POV
Its been 3 months since the fight I had with my mom, but everything has gotten so much better.

My mom talked with me and we made a deal which suited me and now everything's great. I'm not fluent in French but my French is so good now.
I'm visiting New York for the summer and I would be staying with my Dad, who regularly called me.

I was still working at the hot chocolate place which I've come to love, because who would not be happy working at a place where you could get free hot chocolate.

School was great and I had a group of friends and they could speak English OK and I taught them some things as well.
Its true what they say everything does eventually get better so never lose hope.
Trust me it took me awhile to accept this, the deal helped but I still had to struggle a bit because of the language barrier but its gucci now:)

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It was a busy day at the Café which was mainly known for the excellent hot chocolate.
I scurried around trying to get everybody orders.
"Bonjour mademoiselle, Tu voudrais une cup de chaud chocolate?.

"Non,je voudrais un tasse de thé aux crêpes s'il vous plait.

"Bien, Merci!" I replied as I rushed around.

"Rianne come here for a second"I heard my mom call.

"Yess" I answered

"Amelie is sick so she's not working today, so I'm going to need you to take orders and serve them"

"As long as you pay me some extra cash then" I said with a small smirk on my face.

"Alright then, now hurry up!"

A few mins later I'd taken everyone's order and served some so I was ready to rest for a minute but then I heard the front door open.
Ughh seriously could the timing be any worse!.
I turned to face the customer who was ...around my age.
He took a seat near the window and started studying the menu.
I went over to him to take a look at him *coughs* I mean take his order.

"Bonjour monsieur, tu voudrais chaud chocolate?"
He put his menu down and oh my god he was gorgeous.
He had pale skin, dark shaggy hair that swept over his eyes (kind emoish, is that even a word)
Chocolate eyes almost black full of emotion, but I couldn't tell what.

He was tall and muscular wearing a black T-shirt with a bomber jacket over it and black jeans.

I realized I was staring and coughed but he looked kinda confused like he didn't know what I was saying

"Tu...parle...a-anglais?" He said in a total american accent and it took me a while to understand what he was asking me.
Definitely doesn't speak French then.

"Erm, yeah I do" I never had customers who spoke English even if they did they always replied in French.
"Thank gods" he muttered
"So what were you asking me"
"I said do u want hot chocolate"I told him.
"Hot chocolate?!, no thanks I'll have black coffee" he said in a I-really-dont-give-a-fuck tone.
"Alright anything else"I asked
He looked up as if he was thinking then said
"Yeah, what's your name" He replied looking very keen.
I furrowed my eyebrows wondering why he needed my name.
"Rianne" I replied after thinking whether I should tell him or not.
He looked surprises to hear that.
"No fucking way" He said to himself.
I was trying very hard not to look at him.
I'm surprised I was acting so normal in front of this guy.
He legit looked like a Greek god.

I raised my eyebrow asking for some answers.
'Don't you have to go get my coffee"he said rudely , raising his eyebrows at me.
"Sorry for wanting to know why a creep wants to know my name" I spat back.
"Also be careful what you say to me, I might spit in your coffee" I snapped as I walked away.
I could hear him laughing behind me which really made me consider spitting in his coffee.
His laugh was sexy though.
I slapped my head trying to rid my dirty thoughts.
I took a rest while his coffee was being made very aware of the fact that he was staring at me making me conscious of myself.
I was wearing blue jeans and T-shirt with an apron over me which was apparently 'uniform' though I didn't mind it.
"Here, you go" my mom said handing me the coffee then she added
"Do u know him? He's cute" my mom said.
"Mom!, I don't know him and that's just gross why would you say that"
She just laughed in reply.