The Java Cafe (OPEN)

A rare and unusual site lingered around the streets of the city at this time. Although everything just seemed quite typical and normal it was quite an unusual day indeed. A, usual, narcoleptic student from PHS quietly but swiftly walked the pavements in a brisk fashion with hands in his pockets and a messenger bag at his side. It was rare for Shouyo to be walking around so normally during this time of the day, or any day really, but recently he's heard of a cafe that quite got his attention. I seemed like it had everything essentially necessary a quiet time to himself. A small coffee shop, internet, and a library all jumbled into one. Who could have asked for more?

Nearing the cafe Shouyo was about to knock at the door but then realize this was a place of business and slowly peaked his head in. It seemed to be open, and quite nice. Though it did have it's fair share of people in there. The young student walked in and headed straight for the books. An interesting collection indeed. A lot better then the one at school. Well of course he expected it to be. Why have a good library in a school of kids who would just throw it at each other? Shouyo grabbed one with the auther 'Murakami'. One of his favorites and looked around for an employee. He wondered if he could just pick it up and read it while having some coffee.

This place was obviously a very new environment and system so Shouyo was quite puzzles as to what he should do. He looked at the other patrons and took note of their behavior. It seemed that it was okay, I mean it was there for a reason. Shouyo grabbed a seat in the far corner away from most customers. But then realized.

"Ah. I wonder where I order coffee."

Shouyo stared at the book and out at the cafe still wondering where to go. Should he even get a drink? Well it would be rude to just come in and sit down to read and buy nothing. That would be an abuse to such a facility. But in the midst of his thoughts a voice rang through his ears that startled him for a second. Ah but it was none other then a employee of the cafe. Although Shouyo was relieved his question was answered he was slightly fumbled that the man noticed Shouyo talking to himself.

"Oh um... thank you..."

Getting up the book remained within Shouyo's hands like a ancient treasure. Just as he was about to take a step Shouyo took note of the rag and made a sort of disgusted face at it. Not to be rude or grossed out but the thing really needed a good rinse under a sink. Although it may not seem like it the bed haired boy was one for cleanliness. Unless it was one of his "work weeks" where everything was a mess.

"You shoul....d really... wash th-"

Seeing as how such a thing could seem rude and in proper terms "not his place" Shouyo quickly stopped talking and walked towards the counter without another word or look. As if he just lost focus on whatever he was doing and moved on to the next part of his life.

"Could I get a hot french vanilla coffee. Milk with 3 sugars."

Shouyo glanced a few times as the waiter that helped him locate the counter would follow shortly behind him back to the counter. Maybe he did hear what Shouyo said or predicted what he was going to say. This made him feel slightly embarrassed but Shouyo quickly forgot about it, the sooner it is away from his memory, the better. Before long the coffee was right up at the counter. And he laughed slightly under his breathe thinking how this girl ordered the already busy employee to fix up his coffee. Prediciting ordering anything else might cause more work for the young man Shouyo grabbed loose crumbled three dollars from his wallet.

"Ah sorry..."

He quickly fixed the dollars in a orderly neat pile, though they still had many wrinkles upon them. But then he realized he was still short a little. Carrying an extra 75 cents seemed like a lot of trouble, just jangling in his pocket. Making noise catching people's attention. So the steeply student dug through his pockets searching for the treasure and at last, the holy grail.

"Here you go. 3.25."

Shouyo grabbed the coffee and with the book at his hand made his way over back to the corner table.

Shouyo returned to the corner seat and settled the coffee down onto the table in front of him. Gentle, like holding a baby, they settled the cup down without making a sound. Sitting back he really got comfortable with the atmosphere and seat. First he took a sip of the coffee. Truly letting the flavor soak into his taste buds. After settling the cup back down Shouyo put on his earphones and played Clair de Lune and flipped opened to the first page of the book.

It couldn't be a more perfect moment. A comfortable seat, a quiet relaxing atmosphere, a good book, a warm drink, and a classic tune. Nothing could ruin this moment Shouyo thought. Who would come in to bring trouble in this little java cafe? No thugs, no delinquent students. It was utter bliss, but knowing Shouyo's luck, it didn't last long. Even through the music Shouyo could hear something crashing down. Not only that one of the books came flying at him.

Shouyo quickly turned around and realized it was the waiter that helped him, and made him his coffee that ran into a little accident. It would be fine for Shouyo to just turn back around, sit down and continued reading but he realized something. This poor guy bullied by his fellow employees and now falling on a bookshelf. What luck. Shouyo stood and walked over to the man grabbing a few fallen books along the way and bent over to him.

"Um.... are you okay? I think the books are fine."

"No problem."

Shouyo took the books and handed them back to the employee, sort of hesitant since he could have just put them back himself, lift some of the load of his shoulders. He seemed to be having a rough day after all. He seemed to be getting everything back in place like he should so Shouyo thought to walk back and not stare at him as he cleaned the place back up. Except that they both missed a book that still laid on the ground. Shouyo picked it up and walked back to the employee and handed it to him.

"Here. Missed this one."

The sentences he spoke were short. To the point. Before handing the lost book back to the one who could return it to its rightful place Shouyo couldn't help but overhear the mans muttering. Maybe it wasn't his place to ask or say anything but unconsciously shouyo stuttered out a comment.

"First day of work is always tough. But the coffee you made was great."

Although Shouyo didn't mention anything insulting or rude he would immediately regret opening his mouth. His goal was to stay invisible after all. Why did he make that extra comment he would wonder when he could have just handed the stray book to him and walked away?

The young employee responded back with somewhat emotion. Shouyo couldn't really tell whether it was just obligated courtesy as an employee or just buying time to get out of work. Either way the conversation has begun, it'd be rude to just walk away at this point. The book that just was place back was actually one shelf above where it should be. Or else Shouyo guessed since most books were organized by the authors last name. As he continued to listen Shouyo mindlessly and without thought grabbed the book and placed it with all the authors other works. He didn't really care about the other books and where they were placed but this happened to be one of his other favorites.

"Oh... sorry.."

He commented as the hand retracted back to his body. It really wasn't his place after all to do someone job. Or mindlessly insult them at their efforts on doing it. Shouyo wanted to laugh at his tasteless joke but it was just so bad, plus he was alreadly bad at faking smiles and such so he pulled a half a**ed one. A shaking side smirk at the man and let out a noise.

"heh... right..."

Shouyo took a step backa nd adjusted his glasses that rested on his face, and before long just put his hands in his pockets to avoid fidgeting them around.

"It must be fun, surrounded by books and coffee..."