~A/N~

This is just a small part to the beginning of a story. I feel like I should share it... :P Tell me if I should build up on it or not, it would be much appreciated. :) - PBJ_sandwich

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It was finally here, my favorite time of the year and I happened to be sitting inside my favorite little coffee shop. A steaming mug of hot chocolate was neatly placed in front of me, and I smiled happily, beaming up at the waiter and thanking him. Oh, how I loved this time of year, how crisp, gold leaves fluttered down from old, wise trees with what seemed to be an infinite number of branches. How I felt the cool breeze stroke its delicate hands across my face and dance with my long, blonde locks when I stepped outside.

And how much I loved hot chocolate at Coco's on a Sunday morning in Netherland. I really couldn't dream of a better feeling, or a better scenario.

I took the warm mug in my hands and in a matter of seconds, I had quaffed down the whole thing. I wiped my lips in satisfaction and sat back, letting the heat of the drink absorb itself into my body. Looking round the small coffee shop, I realized that there were very few people inside. An old woman sat alone on a windowseat, gazing distantly through the tinted glass. My heart sank a little, and I wondered if I should go and accompany her. It was a table for two and that fact made her seem all the more lonely. But then, if I did go there and sit with her, I'd have to bear with the small-talk and force an interest in the conversation. I could never do that, not today, not while Autumn had just arrived and I was having a so-far-perfect Autumn's morning.

The tinkle of the bell as a new customer entered rang humbly in my ears and I glanced at the man who had walked in. Well, he could be considered a man, if it wasn't for his young, typically egotistical attitude that radiaited off of his every move. He made his way from the door to the counter and by that time, I had already concluded that he was an ass. I glanced back at the old woman before looking down to grimace at my empty mug, now contrastingly cold and unwelcoming to the touch. It was infuriating, how fast good things came to an end.

Suddenly, I was not alone in my own peaceful world anymore with my peacefully peopleless table. Apparently, the ass had decided that sitting across from me and invading my personal table would satisfy him.

"Excuse me," I said quietly, putting on my signature mask of a smile.

"Hm?" He said, sounding immensely preoccupied by something other than me. I didn't bother to see what it was.

"Would you mind taking another table? I prefer to sit alone." I requested shyly, as if I didn't often admit my discomforts to strangers. That's only what I wanted people to think - I actually did this very often.

"Er... yah, I would mind, actually. This is my favorite spot." He replied, focusing his murky green eyes on me. Were they green or grey? Maybe something in between?

"Yes, well, it's mine, too." I added hesitantly. That was bizarrely rude of him, considering the characters of most Dutch boys. Every other boy I'd met in Netherland was nice, polite and dazzlingly well-mannered. I honestly hadn't met someone in Netherland who wasn't a gentleman, until now.

"Well then, it would only be fair for us to share it." He countered, pulling out his phone and bringing it up in front of him. That was when I actually turned to see what he was photographing.

I realized he was taking a picture of the old woman, and I stared in curiosity while he callibrated the moments to get a perfect photo. After experimenting with a few different angles, he took his final picture and he seemed to be very intrigued by the photo as well as proud of his handy work. Why would he want a photo of something so... ordinary?

I didn't care enough to ask. Besides, he was being utterly rude as well as annoying by sitting opposite me. This table being only for two made it seem all the more worse not only to me, but to everyone else in the coffee shop. We probably looked like a very dull couple.

Ultimately, I couldn't just sit there while he did all these weird things like taking pictures of the salt and pepper shakers. It was seriously weirding me out and I had nothing else to keep me occupied, considering the fact that I had a whole fifteen minutes before I had to be somewhere.

"What are you doing, anyway?" I asked casually, folding my arms on the table and peering over at his phone.

"Taking pictures. What else does it look like to you?" He scorned, looking up at me disdainfully.

Why couldn't he be at least a little modest?

"Stalking? Videotaping people at a coffee shop, pretending to take pictures of salt and pepper shakers?" I replied in a flash. I got snappy and witty when I was pissed off, resulting in good comebacks. Lucky me, I know.

"Well, I told you, I'm taking pictures." He muttered bluntly, barely moved by my sass.

"Kay. So, what are you gonna do with them?" I asked.

He looked up at my eyes skeptically and brought the phone up in front of him, squinting in focus as he took a picture of me. It was unexpected, yes, but I didn't feel like I needed to protest, so I just raised an eyebrow at the camera as he took the picture.

The sound of the camera seemed to insert a thought into my mind. Did I look ugly? Was the picture bad? Did my face look disproportionate? I wondered while he stared at the picture skeptically.

"Not bad," He mumbled and I barely made out what he had said. At least he hadn't burst out laughing like I had expected. It's what any egotistical guy would do, right?

As I thought to myself about the picture, a sudden reminder of Verina, my close friend, popped into my head. I found that this guy and Veri would actually go together, considering the picture I had in my mind. I don't know how they'd work out in reality, but I had this feeling they'd suit each other.

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