A Coffee Love [OPEN]

Three days. Three days since she started working at the cafe.

Outside, she could see the sun kissing the ground with warmth and trees swaying softly in the gentle breeze, townspeople ambling with a fair, casual light heart, some rushing to their next destination, others browsing the town or seeking shade from the scorching heat without anything to block it out. Lamia had been lucky to strike the jackpot when the sweet owner of the place allowed her to start working there, and she had been thoroughly dedicated to work as hard as she could from the morning until late into the afternoon, almost as soon as the sun started setting. The small cafe had been her salvation, but she still had to continue her services for so long until she finally got the money... And she had to be as social as possible. On the first day, she had considered sprinting out and found so much difficulty within it and the uniform, while it was snug and fit nicely, it was an absolute embarrassment. Okay, they were plain black and white, but her coworkers had teased her about how cute it would be to throw her into a maid uniform. Not happening.

Maybe to spite her, they had made her go with one of the more social jobs - taking and writing down everyone's orders.

God, did she look alright today? She had rushed to get there once it opened that she wasn't sure that she had properly followed the dress code. No make-up, no jewelry, nothing of that sort. Just her own, ordinary look. The other things made her feel uncomfortable... Sure, enhance her and make her look prettier, but they didn't really seem like it would work. Somehow, her rather messy appearance wasn't something she thought could be fixed easily. But everyone had to keep telling her otherwise. Adorable, tiny, petite, young-looking with a shy, cute attitude and voice as sweet as a bell. They're describing me like a middle-schooler... The tranquil atmosphere of the cafe was in stark contrast to the chaotic world inside of her head. She was completely panicking. Again.

"Lamia dear, could you get the next customer?" The cheery voice of her manager almost made her jump out of her skin. She opened her mouth to say something, but returned her gaze to the floor without only a small nod. It was so early morning... she wasn't used to waking up this early. With a small yawn, covering her it with her hand, and rubbing her eyes, she hesitantly walked to the table where the person was. Gold eyes widened in shock when she saw the clothes - fuck. Beata students were here... Please not be someone she knew.

Lamia locked her eyes onto the paper and pen she was holding, nervous to look up and see who it was. "G-g-good m-morning... Wh-what c-can I..." The girl gulped, unable to tame her stuttering. Goddammit, this wasn't good. "U-uhm... g-get you today?"

Just last until you have enough money to buy the headphones, case, and whatever else is needed... You can do that, right?

Logan had been sitting on the table, his eyes scanning over the little menu things that he had gotten. His fingers drummed on the table as he was leaning his head on his other hand, his menu propped up by one of those things that hold the different kinds of sugars and stuff for coffee. He didn't really pay attention to that thought - he didn't like coffee. Of course there was other things on the menu which was good.

He was wearing his Beata uniform, the blue markings on it - along with the little badge he wore - marked him as a Winter but when he looked up at his waitress - a fellow Winter - he didn't recognize her in the slightest. He was new at Beata, having only arrived a few weeks ago and thus knew only a small amount of the students which was perfectly find with him.

Her almost dark blue looking hair took him by surprise, but said nothing as he listened to her. Why she was stuttering and almost so shy toward him was lost to the Winter, just simply noting that having someone so shy wasn't the best idea for a waitress but he could deal with this, so he simply gave her a soft smile - trying to remember to be polite - as he stopped drumming his gloved hand on the table.

"A sandwich, please," he stated as he sat upright, his hand he was leaning on moving to lace fingers with his other. "Just with letters, tomato and cheese." Luke paused, glancing at the propped up menu before him. "Oh, and a sweet tea also." As he finished up with his order, he reached out with his fingers - leaving the question why he had bothered to fold them together - and grabbed the menu, setting it laying down before he moved the holder of sugar, ketchup and other things to put in your food/drink back to where it was. It had served its simply purpose so he had to make sure it was back in place where it belonged.

A cafe huh? Vince decided it was time to explore the near by town. While walking around he noticed the cafe, and decided to get something to eat while on his small adventure. Once he opened the door the smell of coffee hit him. Of course it's a cafe. There was also an under lying smell as well. Probably sandwiches..

Vincent walked inside taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the indoor light. Thats when he noticed the girl that hung out with his brother, and a boy he took around the school the other day. The summer student approached the table, and looked at Luke asking him a question. "May I sit here?" He asked the familiar student.

She gave a small nod, jotting the order down on her clipboard, and rubbed her eyes with one hand, trying to resist falling into complete exhaustion. As soon as she had thought the coast was clear and that it would be completely okay for her to leave, someone else had to approach. Golden, doe-like eyes traveled up with a sheepish, fleeting glance out of curiosity on who it was. The voice was familiar, but... Oh crap. The person looked oddly familiar, with the same hair color and eyes and similar body build as the Winter she had taken this job for, but he seemed more youthful, energetic.

Lamia mumbled, a tiny nervous smile on her face. "V-v-vincent?" She really needed something to loosen her up... Alcohol sounded nice. Things were suddenly more nerve-wracking then they normally were - not that they weren't always -, so... Why did she have to be so panicky and skittish? Why was it suddenly harder to speak? Her throat seemed so dry, and her words were caught in it and she swore that she was suddenly quieter than usual. "U-uhm... i-is there a-anything y-you'd like?"

And now her eyes had turned away and saw the other student. He definitely wasn't familiar to her, but he was in the same house... New student? This job suddenly seemed so much harder. She had hoped that with summer, that many people were on vacation somewhere and that she would have a little to no chance of seeing anyone from the school, but apparently not. Three days in and two students already. Good times. Pretend they're just normal, ordinary customers... that you have no idea who they are. And that once they're gone, you just keep acting the same.

Luke's gaze flickered to the newcomer as he asked if he could take a seat, recognizing him as the person who had taken him and two other new students to the office when they had first arrived. He had said his name back then, but it escaped the blonde-haired Winter until his waitress mumbled it in a surprise tone. Ah, right Vincent. As she asked him in a quiet tone what he would like, he thought about his options, He could deny letting the Summer sit with him as he had not come to the cafe to talk to others, but decided against it. He ought to attempt to make friends, and Vincent seemed nice enough so he shrugged his shoulders as he made a motion toward the chair on the other side of the table from him. "Suppose you can if you want," he said once the waitress had finished mumbling/asking Vincent what he wanted, not really taking much notice of the girl turning her eyes on him.

He nodded a thanks to Luke, and then sat down. Vincent looked up at Lamia. He did think she was pretty but he didn't know if he could deal with the stuttering all the time. He gave her a soft smile like his brother's smile, and said. "I would just like a cup of coffee." He was hungry, but he wasn't that hungry. It would be better to just stick with a coffee. He couldn't help but wonder why a girl like her was working here. He supposed it was to get some money and by some stuff. That was mostly anyone's reason. Heck that would probably be Magic's reason if he got a job here, but he doubted Magic would because Mason was a bit anti-social. It was kind or curious to Vince, but he decided it was better that he didn't pry. She had her reasons for thins.

The long haired boy looked over to Luke. "I never caught your name from the other day. May I ask what it is?" Vincent asked trying to be polite.

Lamia could feel her face flare up, her cheeks a rose color. The two brothers were so much more alike than she thought - their smiles were practically identical. With a nervous, breathy giggle, she turned away as quick as she could to get what they had asked for. Giving someone in the kitchen whose name she couldn't quite recall yet the page with the orders, the Winter nervously shuffled her feet, slightly anxious to go back out and ask the younger of the two a few questions. It'd be bad if she got Magic something he didn't like... Once the platter came out, she had to give herself justice for being able to decently balance it on her hand.

Of course, until her manager had snuck up behind her and nearly made her drop the thing at the entrance of the kitchen. "Some friends from school right?" Patty asked, pointing to the two students who were now casually talking to one another. Out of panic, Lamia dumbly nodded and when the older woman patted her on the back, a soft chuckle escaping, "Go ahead and sit down with them for a bit. They seem like nice guys for chit-chat. I'll have someone else tend to the other customers for now."

Lamia wanted to say no, but she had already left. Shaking her head with a defeated sigh, she quickly walked over stiffly. Her free hand swiftly placed the meals down: sandwiches, a warm porcelain of sweet tea, and a mug of coffee complimented with a free set of blueberry muffins. Placing the platter down, she mulled over whether she really she should sit down or not... it wasn't like she could pull the serious act that people did on TV when you unexpectedly see someone you recognize working in a public place and they suddenly announce they need to tell you something.

Shifting uncomfortably, she must've looked so stupid and awkward standing at the side there without her clipboard and pen and nothing in her hands except for the platter. She opened her mouth to speak, but for some reason the words wouldn't come out.

I hate my life. Is it so hard to ask people if you could join them for a bit? Lamia asked herself, and that mocking little voice in her head just had to reply, Yes, because nobody wants to be around you.

"Luke Layton," was his simple reply, his gaze flickering toward Vincent after watching their waitress leave. He folded his gloved hands together, his eyes gleaming slightly from the sunlight though the cafe's large front window. His eyes then moved toward where the Winter seem to talk to her boss and raised an eyebrow as he turned back to Vincent and in a slight motion jerked his head toward where Lamia was. "Do you happen to know our waitress? I mean, she seemed to recognize you."

Not long after he asked that, she came back with their food. Smiling softly as the sandwich and sweet tea were placed in front of him, his eyes quickly locking with the blueberry muffins. Oooo....he might have to take one of those as well, he noted quietly in his mind before smiling warmly at Lamia the best he could. "Thank you," he hummed before glancing back at Vincent to hear his response...Only to take notice that Lamia wasn't leaving. Hm...Weird. Did she want to sit with them or something? Well, she should be working but...While he looked her way in the corner of his eyes, he waited for Vincent to say something as it seemed he did very well know their waitress and so he figured he should be the one to say something to her.

He didn't really know her name or really remember. He just knew her as a friend of his brother's. "She is a friend of my brother's." He told Luke, before turning to thank Lamia. She said her name didn't she? He thought about it for a moment. "Thanks. Your name is Lamia right?" He was pretty sure that was it. He was sure he remembered it correctly.

"U-uhm... n-n-no. I-I mean, y-yes?" She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized that the two were staring at her and Vincent had asked her a question. Dammit, she needed to concentrate more when she planned to socialize. Lamia shook her head and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before giving into her curiosity, defeatedly taking a seat in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table from the other two. A queasy smile snuck its way up her face and she stammered stupidly, "I-I-I... u-uhm... w-was given p-permission to s-sit out f-for a bit..." What the hell was she thinking, talking like that? Best way to start a conversation, good job.

"E-err... I-I'm s-s-sorry to impose!"

Friend of his brother, huh? Luke raised an eyebrow slightly at that, before looking at Lamia as Vincent asked about her name causing her to be startled. He frowned slightly, feeling a bit bad for them to startle her like that but he couldn't help but wonder why she was standing there...Then she took a seat at the table as she stammered some more causing Luke to shake his head slightly. "Its fine, I don't mind," he said, which was slightly true. While he hadn't come to talk to others, it wasn't that bad he supposed. He just wondered how long it would take them to ask about why he was wearing gloves as he picked up his tea and gently tipped it, glancing from Vincent to Lamia. This was going to be a fun day.

Vincent nodded in agreement with Luke. "I don't mind either." He said with a slight smile. Vincent had noticed the gloves, but decided not to ask. It may have been due to the boy's power. Vincent would probably wear them to if they didn't burn up easily. Eh he could like a candle just by looking at it if he wanted to so there was no point in gloves. He needed to practice with his power speaking of it.

Mumbling another apology under her breath, she soon found herself playing with her hands on her lap. It wasn't like this was anything new for her, trying to talk to others. It was the same exact kind of thing as usual, so why was she so nervous? Lamia's eyes had drifted to the gloves the blonde Winter was wearing in slight interest, but quickly turned away. It's rude to stare, she scolded herself, ridiculing herself for her rather pathetic behavior. Gods, why was it so hard to try and socialize? Her feet shuffled about, and she knew she was sort of just trying to distract herself. Maybe she could just run off without anyone noticing? Go back to work and pretend this never happened? Her own actions were contradicting her thoughts as she found herself glued to the seat, frozen. Pulling every ounce of confidence and courage she had in her, Lamia muttered, "S-s-sorry... I-I just... u-uhmm... w-wanted to ask somethings a-about your brother..."

Hm...Well, it seemed he was quickly not important to what was going on - which was fine with him. Luke sipped his tea some more, his gaze flicking back and forth between Lamia and Vincent. Part of him wondered if he should really pay attention to what she wanted to ask him as it wasn't his place to know - but they had both decided to sit down next to him so he supposed there was no helping it. He paused for a few moments before he tugged off his gloves and ended up setting them next to his plate. Wearing them all the time wasn't needed, and he hated wearing them while eating. As long as didn't randomly decide to touch him for whatever reason - why they would do that he had no idea - it would be fine for him not to wear them. So, he grabbed his sandwich and took a bite of it, doing his best not to pay attention to the two of them so not to interrupt whatever they were about to talk about.

His brother? Hmm not many people wanted to know about him so it was kind of strange. "Sure, go ahead and ask away." Maybe his brother and Lamia had a deeper connection than Vincent realized. Magic did seem keen on helping her the other day, when he was visiting. Eh oh well Magic didn't tell him everything, never did. Vincent couldn't help and glance over at Luke, hoping that the boy didn't mind that they talked about Vince's brother. It may have been a bit weird for him to listen to this conversation.