The Cafe With Purple Flowers

Chapter 1: Cliché

I retain it being a cold, yet warming, day in fall. If I'm correct, it began at the end of September. I'm Louis. At that time, I was nineteen years old, close to twenty. I walked down the street with my sketchbook and pencil in hand. I drew landscapes, flowers, cars and other things I love. That was until this boy ran into me.

My pencil fell on the ground. Thankfully I kept my balance. What a cliché, don't you think so? I did.

The boy had turned around and picked up my things for me. He had hazel eyes, a bit of a tan and soft brown hair, at least, it looked soft. His hair was slicked back. He had three earrings on his right ear, but on the left there hang only one. The boy wore a big, black hoodie, black jeans and rarely enough, burgundy shoes, in a style like All-Stars. On his neck hung a necklace with what seemed like a guitar pick hanging on it. 

He apologized and offered to get me a coffee as his apology. I told him it wasn't necessary but he insisted. I decided to go along.

When we had arrived, I noticed it was my favourite cafe. The name of the cafe was ' Au Vieux Paris d'Arcole '. It has the best coffee and it's been here for so long.

I loved the place not only because of those reasons, but it was also calming. It gives me a lot of inspiration if I want to draw. The small building had purple plants who were growing all around it. They were pleasant to be around. The funny thing was, the inside was full of elegance. You'd be surprised what kind of a difference you could see between the two.

We sat down at an empty table outside because it was nice weather, and both ordered. I had chosen the Cappuccino and Tiramisu. He chose a Frappuccino and the Tiramisu also.

After ordering we began to talk a bit to pass the time. We talked about different subjects, like our interests, our favourite food and drinks, hobby's that we have and of course we told our names to each other.

I learned that his name was Elliot Watson. He seemed fearsome at first, but his personality is nothing like that. He acted kindly towards me. He plays acoustic guitar and the violin. Not what I would have guessed. Elliot also likes croissants, it is his favourite food. His favourite drink is apple juice. I was surprised to hear we had the same age since he looked way older than me. We exchanged phone numbers for if we ever wanted to meet again.

When our drinks and food were served, we continued our conversation and I wanted to become friends with him. We had a lot in common, but also our differences, which was great.

When we ate everything, he paid, and we both left going our ways.

When I got home I was unexpectedly tired. I wanted to take a little nap, but my mother called me into the living room. While I was walking into the room, she had already started talking to me.

"Where have you been?" Is what she said while looking at me with an angry look on her face. "I was at cafe Au Vieux Paris d'Arcole with... a friend?" I looked at her with a nervous look on my face. I don't know why I didn't want to tell her it was a stranger. It was probably because she would be so mad if I just somewhere with a boy I had just met.

"I know that you're lying, who was it?" I was scared to answer, but I knew I had to, so I did. "It was a boy I met on the street." I tried to tell my mom with confidence in my voice, but it still sounded like I was scared. Which I was.

"What? Louis! You know you can't just go somewhere with a stranger! You could be kidnapped, or.... murdered.." I could tell she was worried. "I'm sorry mom, it's just that he was nice and it was my favourite cafe! Plus, I would never go somewhere, where there aren't people around!" I tried to comfort her.

"It's fine Louis, but, just be careful next time, okay?" She took my hand and looked at me with a sad face. "Yes mom, I will. I'm sorry for making you worry."

I wanted to head upstairs for that nap. Yet, my mother had called again.