(( French girl is Barbra Palvin and translations will be at the bottom.))

Phoebe' POV:

"Here is your vanilla coffee with whip cream and cinnamon." I smile up at my caramel eyed friend, and slip her a generous tip.

"Thanks, Navy." I take a sip of my order and wipe my lip to get any excess cream off. Knowing Navy if I had a cream mustache she wouldn't tell me.

"How's the book coming?" She sits down in the other brown cushioned patio table chair, taking an un-scheduled break.

"I'm surprised I can actually understand any of it." I say, showing her the 500 page book I got during the summer vacation in Czechoslovakia. She grabs it out of my hands, flipping to random pages.

"It all looks like cow Latin to me." She hands the book back and I laugh.

"Why cow Latin and not pig?" She went on vacation with me, she should have picked up some words though out the whole summer.

"Pigs are easy to understand, trust me I live with a lot." She winks, standing up and dusting off her apron. "I have to go back to work. See you around babe." She playfully blows me a kiss and I wave her off as she walks through the door. Just as she enters, a boy walks out. I know it's rude to stare, but I can't tear my eyes away.

I'm about 5'1, and I reach my dad's shoulders. This boy looks about his height of 6'0. I can't really see his eyes, but he has a gorgeous jawline, beautifully messy black hair, rock hard looking biceps covered in a black shirt underneath an unbuttoned red flannel. His lower half is adorned with dark blue jeans held up by a white belt.

I am a very observant girl if it's not obvious enough.

He takes a seat at the table in front of mine. As he slips off his sunglasses I look back down at my book, but use my peripheral vision to examine him further. Of course I can't make out a single feature. I try to concentrate on my book, mentally translating the "cow Latin". Then someone clears their throat.

I peak up at him, and I am instantly captivated by piercing green eyes. I can't seem to divert my attention to anything else. Chills run all over my body and I fight the urge to shiver in my seat. For some odd reason, I feel as if I am completely naked, that he is seeing every pour, flaw, secret, and need that I posses. When his mouth twitches into a smirk, I glance from his eyes to his lips, back to his eyes then down to my book. I'm sure he didn't miss my cheeks flush with color at his action. It is so silent between us two strangers that I can hear the ticking of my wrist watch. I can feel my self absentmindedly glancing up at him through my lashes, and every time he is staring back.

Something about his eyes....

When I hear metal scratching against concrete, my whole head pops. I catch the sight of the handsome stranger stretch his long legs, drink in hand, and slowly start walking towards me.

"Is this seat taken?" He asks. Without waiting for my answer he takes a seat and instantly makes himself comfortable. I blush fiercely and nod even though he no longer needs my approval.

"Mind telling me your name?" He leans forward resting all his weight on his elbows. I close my book, place it on my lap, cross my ankles, and tuck some hair behind my ear before looking the beautiful stranger in the eyes once more.

"Phoebe. Yours?" He narrows his eyes and the smallest hint of a smile stretched on his lips.

"Were you just reading Thomas Hardy?" he asks.

"How did you know?" He obviously saw the book before you hid it. But this is the Czech translation, so how can he read it?

"You look very familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?" Okay, he obviously will not be answering my questions. On the other hand he is too cute to not answer his questions.

"I come here every morning. That being said, I've never seen you and I'm pretty positive I would remember your face." Of course I would, he's gorgeous! Wait, did I just say that? Get it together Phoebe Grey!

"Hmm." He hummed and I nodded. "What's that you have to drink?"

"Vanilla coffee with whip cream and cinnamon." I say almost robotically. I just met this boy and I'm already reacting like this to his simple questions.

"I'm a fan of that one too." He nods. I run my sweaty hands over my thighs and clear my throat.

"I have to get going." I say looking anywhere but his captivating eyes.

"You just got here." He chuckles, obviously knowing the effect that he is having on me.

"I know." You are so stupid! I stand from the table, and being the idiot I am my knee hit the edge. I drop my book on the ground and cover my mouth with my hands.

"Shit." He growls and immediately stands from the table too as the hot liquid from my cup makes contact with his lap. His chair falls back causing a ear piercing metal-to-concrete sound.

"I am so sorry." I move around the table to help him clean off his now stained black shirt. After a couple of seconds of patting his shirt in hopes that the stain will disappear, I notice I'm just patting his (very well defined) abs with my hands. I don't even have a napkin.

"Phoebe," He clasps my hands in his and I gasp. His hands are huge! You know what that means.

"Don't worry about it." I nod my head quickly, incapable of forming words. After I realize I am just simply staring into his dreamy eyes like a whipped school girl, I jerk my hands away. I slowly watch as he bends at the knees and picks up my book handing it back to me. "Do you still have to go?" He asks with a smug tone.

I nod and start walking away as fast as I can to avoid anymore embarrassment, I stop in my tracks when one major detail occurs to me. I look back and to my surprise he is already watching me.

"What's your name?"

He nods, biting his lip. "I hope to see you again, Phoebe."

"He was...amazing." I say with my eyes on the big screen. Mom passes me the popcorn and laughs. Mom didn't have to work (more like dad wouldn't let her work for some reason) and Juliet is asleep, so we are having a girls night in. In fact, Sophie should be coming over soon too.

"Really now? What is so amazing about about this young stranger?" She asks, turning her body to face me. I do the same and look into her waiting eyes. This is the thing I like about our relationship. Not only is she my mother, but also my best friend.

"Well, his eyes were so captivating. Every time he looked at me it was like I was under his spell or something. He was demanding, but not in a bad way. I don't know how else to explain him..." I shake my head and smile like a giddy school girl.

"I know how that feels." Mom laughs. "He is just a mystery waiting to be solved. It's hard at first but once you get past every obstacle he trying to distract you with, you crack him and his many shades of colors show."

"Is that how daddy was?" I ask, way more interested in my parents love story than what steps to take to lose a guy in a certain amount of days.

"In a way, I guess. Your man sounds a lot more open already than your father was." I nod and glance back at the movie just as two people interrupted our peaceful night.

"I'm hear and I brought chocolate!"

"Who's banging my sister?"

I look back, just as my mom does, to find Sophie standing at one side of the room with a bag of chocolates, and Teddy at the other side entrance with nothing but his blue pajama pants on (which are pretty low if you ask me). There is a minute of awkward silence as the smile on Sophie's face falls at the sight of Ted and his eyes avoid her at all cost. These two have been acting weird since they got back from summer vacation.

"Number one...Sophie, that is just what we needed." Mom laughs. "and number two...Teddy, no one is or will be, as you say, banging your sister for a long time." Teddy rolls his eyes, and as the sound of very light foot steps sound from somewhere unknown, he looks behind him.

"Well, run off to your previous activities, Teddy." Mother dismissed him with a wave of her hand, turning back to the movie. I keep glancing between Ted and Sophie. Sophie's eyes are wide and full of...disappointment? Sadness, anger? Teddy's eyes were full of worry? Shock? What's with all the negative emotions? Teddy quickly turned is back and disappears, along with the mystery footsteps, and Sophie takes a seat beside me and places the chocolate on the small coffee table in front of us.

"Hey," I whisper, nudging her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

She smiles, but it's not very convincing. "Totally, so what's this about a new boy?"

I roll my eyes and repeat the story all over again.

________________________

I wake up with the good morning Seattle sun in my face and I smile. After stretching in weird poses and making weird noises, I throw off the covers and climb out of bed walking to my bathroom. My hair is still semi curled and the remains of my make up, surprisingly isn't smeared down my cheeks I adjust my tank and sleep shorts before skipping down the stairs. When I get to the kitchen Teddy is standing over a sizzling pan of breakfast. He is shirtless and still wearing his pajama pants, even though he ended up going out last night.

"So, Brother how was your night?" I ask sitting on the metal bar stool which leaves a cool burn on the back of my exposed thighs. "I'm surprised you didn't bring a girl home." I smirk at the shirtless I'm-too-cool-to-act-my-age boy I call a sibling. I reach for the cereal box and pour some in the waiting bowl. After he is finishes rubbing the sleep from his eyes he blinks at me and smiles. Just as he opens his mouth to speak the sound of feet comes from around the corner.

"Teddy, are you almost done?" I look over at the girl who happen to be wearing my brothers light gray button up shirt that I distinctively remember him wearing out last night. I gawk at her slender body and gorgeous flowing hair. She must be a super model. I caught the little tang of a French accent in her voice when she spoke. I swear if he met her this summer and flew her here over night...

"Just a moment Nina." He winks at the girl and turns back to frying the eggs, but then he turns back to her. "Vous sentez-vous bien ce matin ? Prêt pour le petit déjeuner ? " Since when did he know French?

"Je suis parfaitement bien. mais je ne ai pas faim pour les œufs." The girl replies then tugs on her lip and tosses her hair over her shoulder. I may not be able to understand her but I'm sure I can guess what she said.

"Tout d'un coup je ne suis point." She winks and sashays back down the hallway. Teddy turns off the oven and looks back at me. "You can have the eggs." He smirks.

"Wait. Number one, who is that girl? Number two, since when do you speak French?"

"Since when did you know Czech?" I huff and shake my head as my brother follows like a lost needy puppy back to his bedroom. I'm glad I'm on the second floor. I look at the clock and it reads 7:40. I quickly scarf down my breakfast then hop off the stool and race upstairs. I discard my pajamas, throwing on a black tank top and white shorts. Knowing my father would throw a hissy fit if I went out looking like, as he would say, a hooker, I grab a flower printed blazer.

I slap on some mascara and lip gloss, ruffle my already wavy hair, grab my black and white heels, then head out the door. My purse already holds my book and cell phone so I quickly make my way to my white Cadillac. I don't waste a second pressing the start button and driving down the street. I park in the lot of some fancy hotel, a block away from the cafe.

Most people know who I am, but I still prefer to disguise the wealth of my family with other rich people. So I walk the entire way to the cafe, crossing my fingers he will be there.

I know it's a long shot since I only ran into him yesterday but, a girl can dream.

When I get to the cafe, I don't see anyone outside so I go in and wait for Navy to come to the counter. When my friend lays eyes on me, her jaw falls to the floor.

"Babe, you look hot. I wish I could get guys attention as easily as you." I roll my eyes an rest my hip against the counter because I know she has a small little rant written up. "But apparently my parents brain works like Kim Kardashian's and Beyoncé 's because, I mean who else names their child Navy Bleu? No one with the name Navy Bleu will ever get a hot guy." She has complained about her name since...forever.

"Yeah, I know terrible name. Anyway, can I have my drink?" I smile and she glares.

"No, you can not. I was given specific orders not to give you a drink, today." She smirks. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and cross my arms. I know they have the right to refuse service, but...why me?

"Who told you that." She smirks and points behind me. I turn and it is like the wind is knocked out of me. Mr. Green-Eyes is at the same table from yesterday with two drinks in front of him, his eyes locking with mine. "Now, wipe up your drool and go out there." I look back at her and smile before walking back through the door and over to the table.

"Is this seat taken?" I ask, knowing full well what his answer is.

"It is saved." He smirks. I nod my head and sit down in the chair.

"I'll keep it warm for a while." He nods his head and hands over my drink. "You remembered what I ordered?" He nods his head not providing a verbal answer. "So why are you here?" How much more awkward can you get?

"You did say you come here every morning and order a vanilla coffee with whip cream and cinnamon. I thought I would be a gentlemen and buy you a drink." I take a sip from my cup to cover up my gigantic fool's grin.

"Can I ask you something?" He leans back in his chair and nods. "What is your name?"

He sighs and pinches his lips together. Why is his name such a secret? "Alexander." A beautiful mysterious name for a beautiful and mysterious boy. I nod and smirk at the new information. His face seems to relax as he studies my reaction. Alexander...

"Anymore questions?" I search every inch of my brain for a question and one keeps popping up.

"Actually yeah, if you don't mind?" he shrugs "Yesterday, you recognized the book I was reading, but it wasn't even in English. How can you read Czech?"

His body tenses up again. What's wrong with him? He wasn't this weird yesterday. I scoot to the edge of my chair and fold my hands on the table while I wait for his response.

"I've been to Czechoslovakia." He reveals. My eyes widen and slowly a smile creeps up on my face.

"No way. I actually went there this summer with my cousin and friend. When did you go?" I press on, and for the first time since I met this guy, he seems to be speechless. I have no idea why he would be though.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he seems to be trying to piece together the perfect sentence. "Coincidentally, I went there this summer too. It wasn't the whole summer, though."

"What city did you stay in?"

"Prague." His jaw is clenched as he awaits my answer, but then he adds. "Only for a week, then we moved to a different city.

"Huh. You know, before you mentioned that I looked familiar. Maybe we ran into each other this summer?" Who am I kidding? With a face like that I would be able to forget him if I ran into him.

"Maybe." He looks down at his watch then back to me. "Looks like I'll have to be the one to skip out early. I have an internship interview to get to." He stands from the table and offers his hand for me to shake. I grasp the massive thing in my hand but instead if shaking it, he pulls it to his lips and winks.
Before he can step out side of the cafe gate I call out, "Will you happen to be here tomorrow morning too?" He stops in his tracks and turns his head just a little to acknowledge he heard me.

I gasp.

Suddenly, a light bulb goes off.

"We didn't order this." I say.

"Man there did." He points to someone behind him then walks away. We all turn to look in the direction that he pointed and sure enough, a guy who looks about twenty years of age is waltzing over to us.

"Hello, ladies." He greets with an American accent. He holds out his hand to me to shake.

"Did you order these?" I ask in a polite tone. The man looks confused and shakes his head.

"No, perhaps someone else did." I nod my head and casually look behind him. When I do Mr. Green-Eyes has his head toward the side as if listening in to our conversation, and suddenly he is on his feet, ripping his coat off the back of his chair and walking out the front entrance.

By the time I'm aware of my surroundings Alexander is no where to be seen and I'm standing there like Prince Charming after he found the glass slipper. I have all the information I need right here in my hands but the most vital part just fled the scene.

"Navy!" I shriek flying through the doors of the cafe. Her head peeks up from behind the counter and everyone else turns to face me.

"This sounds serious, you're lucky my shift is over." She says and walks to me with her coat on her arm and bag on her shoulder. I take a deep breath and walk with her through the door.

"Want me to take you home?" My voice is robotic and I tune everything out. I can't believe Alexander is Mr. Green-Eyes! It may not seen like a big deal to be fretting over but I am. After we get in my car I press the start button an just sit there with my hands on the steering wheel.

"Are we going home or are we just going to sit here all day?" he remarks and I look over at her.

"He is Mr. Green-Eyes." I say waiting for her face to break out in shock. That doesn't happen. Instead, confusion takes over.

"Who?"

"That guy from the bar this summer?" I say trying to jog her memories, but it just wasn't getting through to her. "Louis?" And her eyes went wide.

"Oh, girl! That guy rocked my world!" She gasps like a pathetic fangirl, clutching her chest. I watch her carry out with the little episode, before reality surfaces again. "Why were we talking about him again?"

"Remember that guy with those green eyes, that I'm pretty sure is your summer-lover's cousin." She nods her head. "That weird stalker guy that got my drink today?" She nods again. "He is Mr. Green-Eyes!"

"Holy Shit!" she shrieks. I start the car and pull onto the busy Seattle late morning street.

"I know but-"

"Hold on." She holds up a finger and pulls her phone from her bag to place a call. "Hey mom, I'm going over to Phoebe's for a while...'kay...love you too." She groans at the last part before she turns back to me with wide eyes. It's like she has a switch that she turns off and on...it's back on.

"Holy shit!"

________________________
((Vous sentez-vous bien ce matin ? Prêt pour le petit déjeuner - Are you feeling well this morning ? Ready for breakfast

Je suis parfaitement bien. mais je ne ai pas faim pour les œufs. - I'm perfectly fine. but I 'm not hungry for eggs.

Tout d'un coup je ne suis point. - All of a sudden neither am I .

I hope you enjoyed this update! Surprises coming soon!))