Chasing Chaston

Strange Boy

Louis's Point Of View

Sitting on my stool in front of my piano I huffed.

I was suppose to have the last song for the album today, but I couldn't seem to find any lyrics or tunes.

I suddenly got a craving for coffee so I stood up and walked to my all white kitchen. I opened a cupboard where I usually kept my freshly grounded coffee beans to find the jar was empty. I frowned and looked for my back up cheap instant coffee. That too was was emptier than my ideas.

I sighed loudly and put on my black shoes, mumbling "Looks like I'm going to a cafe today."

I grabbed my coat on the way out, slipping it on while slamming the door shut with my foot and began walking to the local cafe.

I looked around the bright and happy town. It was colourful and littered with the different coloured buildings and exotic flowers. So why did it all look so dull to me? The salty smell of the ocean surrounding us  wafted through the air like freshly baked cookies through a house. So why did I find it so used?

People where smiling, laughing in clusters. It seemed to me, I was the only gloomy citizen in this town.

I walked into the cafe to be greeted with the chattering of people and clanking of dishes. It had rustic country style that made you feel welcome and at home. To me, it felt like walking to the home of a stranger.

"Hi sir! My name is Chaston but you can call me Chas and I'll be your waiter today! Where would you like to sit?" A soft but strangely powerful male voice chattered. I look at the man to see it wasn't a man at all, but a boyish looking young adult. He has curly brown hair that reached his ears with a tan colour painting his skin. His bright honey eyes sparkled in joy. His soft pink lips why lifted up in a smile, showing off his perfect blinding white teeth. He had to be about five feet eleven because I was six feet tall and he was slightly shorter than me.

"Wherever is available." I monotonously replied. Something sparked in his eyes. Like a hint of an idea or determination hit him out of the blue. It scared me but it also thrilled me. I took a deep breath to stop my heart from pounding.

"Of course sir! Right this way!" He smiled brightly and turned onto his heal, skipping to the counter into front of us. I followed him in a lazy walk. It's 8 in the morning. I thought. How can these people have so much energy?

I took my seat on a cushioned stool after he placed a menu on top of the counter in front of the stool. I slowly opened it and quickly read through the coffee section.

I was reading things like expresso or latte. What happened to simple black coffee? I wondered.

"I'll just have a black coffee." I sighed. He was just looking at me with a look. After a few minutes of him giving me this look, I became self concious. Is there something on my face? I thought in slight panic.

He narrowed his eyes, slightly glaring at me. 

Maybe he wants me to change my order? I asked myself.

"I think I'll have a dark chocolate latte instead." I stated cautiously. His face light up and his glare turned into that blinding smile of him.

"Of course! Right away sir!" He chirped before going into the back.

"Odd boy." I mumbled, running a hand through my black hair.

When he came back with my not black coffee, he also had a scone. He placed the tray in front of me. I wanted to tell him that I hasn't ordered a scone, but I was too tired to argue.

"Thank you, Chaston." I nodded at him, sipping my beverage.

"Anytime sir!" He happily said, walking off to wait other tables.

I left after paying and slowly walked home. Still no inspiration.

Once I got home, I whipped off my coat into a corner then kicked off my shoes.

I decided to take a shower. To clear my head and attempt to make some ideas.

I slothed over to my bathroom, stripping on the way.

Once my feet entered the washroom, I was only in my black boxers. I shimmied those off while adjusting the water, making sure it was warm.

I got in and relaxed my muscles under the water.

At first nothing came to mind. Then I started thinking about the cafe and mostly the staff that was his waiter. Chaston also known as Chas.

A strange man with a bright happy aura around him.

I tried thinking about something else, yet he snuck back onto my train of thought.

I sighed loudly and decided I'd go back to the cafe tomorrow, in hopes of deciding wether or not this man was worth thinking about.

Who was this strange boy?