No One's P.O.V

"Sorry I'm late!" Tom shouted as he walks faster to Tord's table. Tord had his arms crossed over his chest, following Tom with his eyes.

"So, why is Tafira coming here in such a rush? I thought your family's gonna come here 2 days from now?" Tom asked as he slide the chair out from the table.

Tord didn't reply making Tom look at him confusingly. He saw Tord's irritated look.

Tom rose his eyebrows in question, "What?" he asked as he took the seat across from Tord.

"I waited here for 10 minutes, why the hell are you late? You know I hate waiting." Tord scolded as he rolled his eyes at the Brit. Tom gasped silently,

"Excuse you. KID." Tom emphasized each word in a very stiff and hard tone.

"You. Didn't tell me what the specific time we should meet here. It ain't my fault. So don't give me that fucking attitude." Tom retorted.

Tord scoffed as he rests his head on his palm, looking out the window with what seems to be a pout.

"Can you please stop treating me like a 'Kid'?" He mumbled, his face showed no expression. Tom stared at him for a bit before turning to the counter.

Looking at the menu board and deciding what he should order.

Unaware that Tord was staring at him.

Deciding that he wants to order, Tom stood up and turned to Tord, "I'm going to order, anything you'd like? And please stop pouting. If you want me to stop treating you like a kid." Tom spat, making Tord press his lips into a thin line before rolling his eyes again.

"Just get me the usual thing I order when we have our date here." the younger spoke, Tom froze in his spot, his limps unmoving and he has no clue why.

Tord took a moment before he noticed that the elder stared into space, so he snapped his fingers in front the Brit's face.

Tom jolted back in reality.

"I'm sorry... But I have already forgotten..." Tom replied, his head slightly lowered as Tord turns to him.

Tord felt a pang in his heart upon hearing what the elder said.

'He already forgot?'

"What do you mean you forgot?" Tord asked, he knew it was a stupid question but just couldn't bring himself to keep his mouth shut.

Tom looked at him, confused and embarrassed at the same time, "I have already forgotten what you usually order when we go on dates here..." Tom replied,

"Oh.." Tord let out a silent shaking breath, he really felt the pain in his heart.

"Besides, it's useless if I kept that information in mind. Because you know. No more us." Tom added, making the younger feel worse.

"Was there any reason for me to keep on remembering that information?"

'Yes there is because I would come back.'

Tord gave Tom a cold gaze as he shook his head, "No, of course not. Just get me Black Coffee." He said, his voice was stirn and blunt. Tom tilted his head to ths side, confusion written all over his face.

Soon he just decided that it was useless thinking about it so he just went over to the line to order. Tord turned to Tom's direction, he stared at the Brit, watching his every move.

"Classic, Stupid Tom..."

As Tom waited for his turn, his phone rang aloud. And it was Zion's ringtone which made other costumers looks over at him and stare.

Tom quickly reached for his phone inside his pocket and just pressed answer. He placed the phone over his ear.

"Hello?" He started, trying to ignore all of the stares that people were giving him. Most of them had probably recognized the voice in his ringtone...

"Thomas."

"Zio-- I mean.. Busy Bee? Why did you call?"

There was silence for a moment,

"I just wanna tell you that I love you so much." Zion spoke gently making Tom giggle.

The people seemed to keep staring at the Brit, wondering why he got all bubbly before going back to their businesses.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you keep on telling me that."

"I know, I just wanted to remind you. Alright... I'll call you later, I have to go somewhere." Zion said before hanging up the call. Leaving Tom with a smile on his face.

At the right moment it was just in time that it was his turn to order. Good thing he wasn't holding up the line.

Tord kept his stare on the Brit. Suddenly feeling irritated, "Was that your model boyfriend again?" he mumbled to himself as he saw Tom slip his phone in his pocket again.

"Must be nice, huh?"

Suddenly his phone started to vibrate, with a defeated sigh he took out his phone, not even bothering to see who's number was calling and just pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" Tord started,

"I'm here at the airport." a familiar bitchy and irritating voice spoke.

"Tafira?" Tord called out as he looked up to the ceiling, staring at the pink tiles.

"No, it's the goddamned tooth fairy." his sister retorted.

"Oh, It's the witch." Tord said bluntly as he rolled his eyes and ran his hand up to the burn wounds on his face.

"Shut up."

"You took Dad's helicopter again?"

"I don't like going on planes. It takes too long."

"You're a doctor. You should be patient." Tord let out a snicker as he smirked, he then heard Tafira's annoyed groans.

"What the hell did Gorey do to you?"

"I've always liked puns. Don't include my partner into this." Tord scolded, earning a smll chuckle from his sister.

"Speaking of patient. I'm bringing my patient with me, is that cool?"

Tord raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The one you meant your reason you came here early?"

"Yup. Hope you two don't mind." Tafira cooed,

"Whatever, just do whatever you want."

"Is Thomas there right now?"

"He's..." Tord glances over at Tom, who was now coming over back to the table, holding a tray of pastries and drinks.

"Coming over right now. Gotta go. Please come here slowly."

"Wha--"

Tord hung up the call before standing up and helping Tom with the tray.

"Thanks." the elder mumbled before the younger followed him back to their table. Placing the tray on the table gently.

"I ordered some pastries in case you or your sister gets hungry."

Tord stared at the Brit, "The person who's going to marry you. Is lucky." Tord suddenly spat out.

Tom was taken aback a bit as a blush spread across his cheeks, "O-oh. Thank you..." he said before taking his seat.

"So.. Uh.. When's your-"

"Have you ever thought back of the past and thinking if things were different if you had done something?" Tord suddenly asked, Tom whipped his head to Tord.

Tord was looking at him with his unreadable expression again. Making Tom's heart beat faster.

'This is so wrong.'

"N-no.." Tom replied with doubt inside his mind. His face filled with confusion again.

"To be honest, I've been thinking about the past lately." Tord said, his voice suddenly turning gentle and subtle.

'Our past.'

"Oh... that's cool?" Tom replied as he leaned back on his chair slowly. He stared out of the window as he took his cup of espresso and bring it up his mouth.

"Thinking what if things were different. Would we still be together by now?"

'If I had chose a different choice. Would it be different? Because we were so perfect..'

Tom froze for moment, his cup of espresso over his lip. He slowly turned to Tord, "What?"

"Yo, Tord!"

Both of their heads whipped to the door's direction.

There stood a woman with orange hair that is tied into a ponytail, the lower part of her hair was messy. Red earnings in each of her ears, hazel brown eyes, red lips.

She was wearing an all grey formal attire as if she was about to head to a very important meeting.

Tom couldn't even recognize her anymore.

She walks over at Tord and Tom's table with a smile on her face, "Long time!" Tafira greeted as she patted Tord's head before turning to Tom.

She then pulled Tom into a hug to which left the Brit in a surprise state,

"Thomas! Long time no see!!" She greeted, tightening the hug before she was pulled away by Tord.

"Enough. Sit down and just do whatever you wanted us to come here for. We still have a date." Tord retorted with an unsatisfied look on his face. Tom jolted up a bit before he looks at Tord.

It was weird for him to hear a lie about him and Tord still dating...

Tafira rolled her eyes, "You're such a jealous bitch." she commented.

"We came out from the same vagina. So..." Tord retorted, doing the similar eye-roll. This made Tom unintentionally chuckle.

The two whipped their heads to Tom who had just took a sip from his cup of espresso before placing it back down on the tray.

"Thoma--"

"RIGHT!" Tafira suddenly yelled before rushing out of the cafe.

Tom was left with more confusing thought, "uhh.. Tord?"

"She brought her patient with her. She said she had to fly here to reach the patient who is apparently suffering from an illness. That's why she had to come here earlier than the rest."

Tom covered his mouth in shock, "A patient? O-oh my.." Tom mumbled out of pity.

"Guys, I hope you don't mind. I brought my patient with me."

Tord and Tom turned their heads to Trafira.