Cold and Coffee

Chapter 4: Ice cream, Promises and Smile

.:Americano:.

Fact: New York drinks about 7 times as much coffee as the rest of the world. No wonder it is called the city that never sleeps.

Chapter 4: Ice cream, Promises and Smile

Arabelle isn’t the kind of person to fall in love easily, nor she is good at falling.

In all the fifteen years of her life, in all the books she read the characters seems to fall in love to easily, or so are too blunt to realize it. But for Arabelle it’s different.

She just finds it hard to believe on how someone who can’t even look at the other due to bashfulness can say she or he loves him or her. Isn’t love supposed to be deeper than that? Isn’t it supposed to have trust in it? The trust that the counterpart will not hurt the companion?

Is love when your heart beats fast, you feel butterflies in your stomach?

But then Arabelle can’t judge, after all she has never been in love.

But then they are also other kind of love. Like the love she has for her mother, her aunt and uncle, her cousin. How is that different?

Maybe the stranger can tell her that.

*  * *

“Arabelle?” her aunt said, creaking open the door and peering into her room,”What are you doing?”

Arabelle looked up from the stack of papers placed in front of her, “Nothing, just drawing” she replied, smiling. Her aunt entered her room, “It’s good to know that you are being proactive” she said, ruffling her hair.

Her aunt was a beautiful woman to be exact, and it can’t be helped by the fact that her name was Alaine, meaning beautiful. She was in her middle thirties with a charming smile. She eyes were blue, which contrasted with her Auburn hair. It was no wonder her uncle Martin fell for her.

Arabelle smiled at her, “I just got some inspiration that I wanted to draw.”

Her aunt peered over her shoulder and inwardly gasped, “My, you have certainly improved Arabelle” she said. “But who is this boy anyways?”

“Nico di Angelo” Arabelle replied staring at the drawing, “He is a friend of mine”

“I see,” her aunt said, nodding, “Then why don’t you invite him over? We were going to have icecream anyways.”

Arabelle grinned, “Really Aunt Alaine? I think Nico will really appreciate it! I will go right now then!” she stood up from her chair, frantically wore her coat and exited the room, leaving behind her amused aunt.

“Really” she said, “who knew she would grow up so fast?”

* * *

“Arabelle are you sure about this?” Nico said, earnestly, edging away from her.

“Yes, I am pretty damn sure, Nico” Arabelle said, sighing exasperatedly, dragging him to come with her. “Besides, if I am not sure then why would I be dragging you?”

 Nico grumbled, crossing his arms while following her.

“Oh come on, Nico” she said cheekily, “A bit of ice cream won’t hurt you.”

“What flavor is it, anyways?” Nico asked, scowling; trying to hide his smile.

“Coffee~” Arabelle sang happily.

Nico remained quiet.

* * *

“So this is Nico, huh?” her aunt said, opening the door, while motioning them to come inside.