Café Romance [Completed]

Like The Constellation?

Tuesday, 18th December 1984

Remus sat up quickly, maybe a little too quickly as he felt slightly queasy. His jumper was on lopsided, his brown fluffy hair a mess from sleeping weirdly on the couch and his face a mess. He yawned and stretched his arms, back, neck and legs. All giving a satisfactory pop. He stood up and hobbled his way to his bedroom, pulling off his jumper and changing from his white shirt and black jeans from the day before into a fresh pair of blue skinny jeans and his dark blue blue long-sleeved shirt. He snuck a glance at his bedside clock, 08:01am, He was late! He ran downstairs, frantically trying to tame the ball of fluff he called hair into looking somewhat decent. Eventually, he gave up trying and pulled on his cream boots, brown jacket and a red and yellow scarf and bolted out the door, nearly forgetting to lock it behind him. Nearly.

He dashed toward the Café, breathing a sigh of relief as there was no one besides Mrs. Mcagonagall stood outside. He pulled out the key and slowly walked toward the lady.
"Good morning, Mrs. Mcagonagall." she jumped slightly but turned to face him and smiled.
"Hello, Dear. I was just wondering where you where. I decided to come here a little earlier, hoping for maybe a conversation rather than just collecting my pastries." They both smiled and laughed. Remus moved the key to the lock, gently twisting, but hard enough that the lock clicked and the door opened slightly, he walked toward the counter and switched the light switches, making the bubble shaped lamps light up, as he pulled on his white and light brown apron.

With some help from Mrs. Mcgonagall, the Café was set up and running in a matter of a couple minutes. Remus smiled and helped her onto her usual chair, just opposite the counter.
"Thanks for your help Mrs. Mcagonagall." he thanked, smiling genuinely at her. She raised a thin eyebrow and smiled too.
"Anything for my favourite ex student." he chucked, recalling memories of her teaching him how to make Latte art, bake pastries, mix fruit and bake cakes. All the messes he used to make, like the one time he was only just learning to make treacle tart and he accidentally made her microwave explode, covering her kitchen in all sorts of things. Woops. He ended up buying her a new microwave the next day and cleaning her whole kitchen.

They where just finishing up their conversation with Remus packing Mrs. Mcgonagall's pastries when the door bell chimed, signalling someone had entered the shop. Mrs. Mcgonagall smiled at Remus and thanked him, leaving with her pastries. Remus pulled out his notepad from his apron pocket.
"Hi, welcome to Café Romance, how may I serve you?" he asked, not looking up from his notepad.
"I'll have one slice of your scrumptious treacle tart and a black coffee with latte the dog on the froth." Remus's head shot up, his golden, honey eyes locking with metallic grey. His face reddened.
"I- it's you again!" he stammered, nearly dropping his pencil in shock. It was really him! The really attractive guy from yesterday! He's back!
"Yes, I'm back. I couldn't resist the urge to taste your treacle tart again." he winked at Remus, making the male blush.
"Oh shush, it can't be that good." he muttered, hoping the man didn't hear him. But he did.
"Are you kidding me?! It's amazing!" Remus chuckled at the man's childlike enthusiasm.
"Alright, alright. Go sit down. I'll get your order now." The man smiled and spun round on his high boot heels and made his way toward the same booth from yesterday. Remus rolled his eyes and smiled, placing the cup under the machine like every day.

He walked toward the booth, holding the slice of tart and the medium sized cup of black coffee with a tulip of milk floating gently on top instead of the puppy. He set them in front of the man, smiling as the male made googly eyes at the tart, his mouth agape and practically watering.
"If you don't close your mouth, you might catch flies." Remus whispered to him, making the other male blush and chuckle.
"I just realised, I don't even know your name." The man stated, curiously.
"O-oh...right...I'm Remus. Remus Lupin."
"Remus... that's a beautiful name for a beautiful man." the man winked and Remus blushed but laughed it off.
"What about you, you still haven't told me." Remus said, smiling sweetly.
"Oh yeah. I'm Sirius Black." Black... that rung a bell.
"Like the constellation?" Sirius nodded.
"Wait a second" the both said, giggling as they realised.
"You go first" Sirius urged, smiling widely.
"Oh, ok then." Remus said, slightly shocked Sirius let him talk first for some reason. "Your last name. Black, it rings a bell and I don't know why." Surius audiably sighed. Remus felt guilty and tried to tell him he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to.
"no, no. I'll tell you" Sirius said, holding his half drunk coffee by the handle. Remus got ready to listen. "My parents practically own this town, The black family. I was disowned when I turned sixteen because I told my parents I wasn't going to marry the woman I was forcefully engaged to. They yelled at me, my father hit and punched me, my mother told me I wasn't her son and my younger brother now inherits everything and I get nothing. My uncle died about seven years ago and left everything he owned to me, so I'm getting along without them." Remus stared at Sirius, sadly. He felt sorry for the poor guy.
"I'd it makes you feel any better, Sirius, I'm bisexual and called off an engagement because my fiance wasn't interested in a relationship. I completely supported her and we're still best friends." Sirius smiled and downed the last of his coffee, the froth clinging to his upper lip, making it look like he had a mustache. Remus burst out laughing, eventually making his sides hurt from laughing so much. Remus's laugh being contagious, Sirius started laughing too.

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"Well, it sure was nice officially meeting you, Remus." Sirius smiled, shaking Remus's hand.
"Yeah, you too, Sirius." Remus said quietly, his eyes locked onto his and Sirius's touching hands and blushed a light red. Sirius smiled and winked, turning around and walking away, probably going home.

What's wrong with me? He asked himself, shaking his head to clear his mind and walked back inside the café and got back to work, serving the now awaiting customers.