InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: lil6ter
The coffee was hot. Steaming hot as I poured it into his cup. It warmed my hands through the pristine white china. I set it down on his tray, smelling it and closing my eyes. His lips would touch the crisp edge of this cup. The coffee would pour into his mouth and warm it. He would bite into the scone that I have prepared for him with love, care, and extra everything. I set this one aside from the rest. He has been coming to my little cafe every Saturday and Sunday since it opened. He sits in the same place, drinks the same coffee, eats the same scones. He is my beautiful constant, and one day, I will build up the courage I need to go over there and talk to him and stop loving him from afar.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Shoujo | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.15.2009 | Updated On: 04.17.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 849 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I love the only Inuyasha related thing I own. My cute little chibi inu key-chain which lives out its happy life on my iPod making fashion statements everywhere (Ha! Take that Parris Hilton! You want something hot? Then look at my iPod cuz it's so cute and knows how to accessorize.)
 
 
 
 
The Café In Manahatta
 
By: Lil6ter
 
 
 
Part Three
 
He came in the next day too. It was a Sunday. I had been looking for him all day, wondering if he would come again. My little café was still new: a day old. It was too early to have regulars, but I still had some of the same faces from the day before pop in. I got more writers and poets hanging around, I was sure. I could still taste the buzz from the day before, and the excitement was still fresh in my bones. I would keep myself busy with little tasks that had little or no importance, yet meant everything. I would clean the tops of my display cases, sweep the floors, things that I had done the night before and could do that night again.
 
I baked a lot that day. It kept me busy, and people seemed to favor my chocolate death muffins and blueberry scones the most. I knew that I needed to give my chocolate muffins a more sophisticated name, but I just couldn't think of one that I liked. Nonetheless, I spent most of my day baking them and refilling the glass cases and taking peoples orders when they tapped the little bell.
 
I was never a fan of that bell. It reminded me of something that a bellhop would have to obey. Am I a bellhop? Not that I knew of, yet I still had that little bell there. My dearest sister got that bell for me a few days before the café opened. It was a house-warming gift of sorts I suppose, and she told me that I needed that bell.
 
I ran a one-woman show here. I am the boss, chef, waitress, and all around employee. I want to keep an eye on everything all at once, really, I do. It is hard though when you are the only one working here though. It was my decision not to hire anyone yet. I wanted to hold out for a year or so. Just until I can pay off my debt and have a stable enough work environment to hire someone. The bell was useful, even if I did dislike it.
 
I would look up whenever I heard someone ring it or come in through the two doors and I would feel my heart jump into my throat. It wasn't him though. It was never him. I later learned that on Sundays, he would only come in the evenings, if he came. He did come that day though. I can't recall what time it was, but the sun was set. That much I do know.
 
I was in the back popping in a tray of chocolate muffins when I heard the bell up front.
 
“Coming,” I called to the customer as I set the timer. I dusted off the palms of my hands on my apron to get off invisible flour, and pumped some purel into them. I rubbed them clean, and was pleased with the chemical end clean feel that resulted. It is a necessity to keep your hands clean in this business. Hygiene is very important, and if you don't keep clean, then you do even want to know what all will happen to you.
 
I came to the front though and untied my plaid blue, ruffle trimmed waist apron and hung it up, only to see that he was here again. I was surprised, but pleasantly so. He ordered coffee and a blueberry scone.
 
“To stay or to go?”
 
“To stay,” he replied, readjusting the strap of his laptop bag.
 
He showed me which scone he wanted, and waited for me to pour him some coffee. I handed both of them to him, and he handed me a ten. I needed a ten. You would be surprised by how many people in this place wanted to pay for something that cost around six dollars with a twenty or a fifty. His ten was a God send. I gave him back his change, and he left to go to his same spot as before.
 
It was hard to not stare at him. I loved the way the light hit his face. It really illuminated his features. And put a sparkle into his eyes.
 
He was my last customer that night, and I watched him sit there as everyone else left.
 
There was only one other person that came in that night, and I wonder now if that had been the start of things.
 
“I have something for you.”
 
“The last time you said that,” I retorted, “I received a bell and I have not been able to find a moment of ding free peace since!”
 
“You know you like it,” she teased. “Hearing that bell is how you hear how successful you are. Can I have a banana hunky chunky?”
 
To this day, I have no idea where I got most of my muffin names. I think that my sister named most of them when we were younger, and sometimes the worst names stick no matter how much you wish they wouldn't. The banana hunky chunky was a banana nut muffin.
 
“Sure,” I told her reaching into the display case and pulling out the nicest looking one. I was glad that there was hardly anyone else in the café. I really didn't want to go through with explaining why I was giving away free muffins.
 
“Thanks,” she replied, biting into it. “Mn…dat goo mumin.”
 
“I try to talk to people without food in their mouths.”
 
She laughed at that and told me not to be so stuck up and proper. She jokingly informed me that I act like a fifty year old woman and that I should lighten up for once. That would be the start of a new conversation that I didn't want to get into.
 
“You said you had something for me?”
 
“Yup! It's in the shopping bag,” she replied as she hoisted it up onto the top of the counter and gently placed it on top of the glass. My sister can be a klutz, and I thanked God that she didn't break the glass.
 
I reached into the bag and pulled out a large box. I opened the box and was greeted to the site of packing peanuts and a round glass knob. I carefully reached in and pulled out a glass lid that went to a jar with the word Tips delicately etched into it. It was a beautiful jar. One that I had been wanting for a long time, but never got around to ordering.
 
“I thought that you would like it,” she practically squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet in utter delight.
 
“Thank you, I do.”
 
“Now then, how about another muffin for the best sister in the whole world?” she asked as I reached in and handed it to her.
 
“I never said that…” I teased, and she proceeded to throw a piece of her muffin at me, laughing.
 
She bit into her muffin and made me promise not to stay up too late and over work myself before she walked out of the café and into the night.
 
He proceeded to leave my store a few moments later.
 
I wouldn't see him again until next Saturday.
 
A/n: Thanks to everyone that has reviewed the story so far! Much love! I know that I have some problems with tenses, but if anyone wants to help, lemme know! No names yet…sorry…but I want you to get to know the characters first. It's important. Remember to R&R people!
 
Here are the ARs from last time!
 
 
 
To: jflorea
 
Thank you! I am so glad you like it! Thanks for the review, and I hope you keep reading!
 
 
To: kokoronagomu
 
haha…yes…well…no names yet. I want you to really get to know them first, and Joe-Bob was the first thing that popped into my mind when I was thinking of generic male names (no offence to anyone…my grandfather was also a Joe if that make you feel better.) Thanks for the review, and I hope you keep reading!
 
To: angel-up-above-heaven
 
You will have a good ol' time guessing then! Your thoughts on this will be very intriguing! I'm glad that you like the story though! This has been bugging me since mid-White Rose. Thanks for the review, and I hope you keep reading!