((oh oh some russliech or engliech and like cute coffee shop au where Ivan is an artist or Arthur is a writer and then Elise goes in and they get so inspired they make something for her and before she leaves they give it to her and HHHH ;;w;;))
{ I will try my very best!! I apologize in advance for getting any of the characters wrong!! }
The little silver bell over the shopâs door chimed as a rather young looking girl walked through the door frame. Only, she didnât seem as young as she looked. There was an air of poise and even elegance that wafted around her as she stepped through, giving a small nod to the rather tall man that stood behind the counter.Â
The bell alone was musing to Ivanâs ears since it meant that he actually had a customer, but what he didnât expect to see was a flower walking through his shop. She looked so beautiful, like a porcelain doll, but strong like a marble statue. Who ever she was, she had managed to keep his eyes on hers.
Smiling, Elise spoke up. âExcuse me? May I have a vanilla latte? If itâs not too much troubleâ she added. But looking around the rather old coffee shop, it didnât seem as if there was anyone else there beyond them and a couple who sat at a table nearest the door.
Ivan, finally regaining his voice, gave her a smile and a nod  before quickly turning around and fixing up a cup of coffee. As he worked, he wondered what on earth had kept his eyes on her. She must not have been a day over 20, but there was something about her. Something that he did not see in other people. Turning back around, he created a small picture of a lily out of the cream for the latte and handed it to the girl with a small smile.Â
Fishing for her wallet, she had spoken up. âThis is a lovely shop you have. I didnât think that I would be able to find a nice place to read all the way out here.â
Ivan nodded his head, handing her the change she needed. âItâs better this way. Out of the city means an easier place to relax.â He seemed to be a man of few words, but the small smile on his face seemed friendly and warm, especially on a winter day like this.
With a small âthank youâ from Elise, she turned and found a small table by the window and sat down, watching the scenery outside. Ivan, well knowing that there would not be a new customer for at least a few hours, sat on a stool behind the counter and pulled out his sketch pad he kept on one of the shelves. In an instant, his hand began to move gracefully against the paper, the charcoal acting like an extension of his arm rather than simply a took. Every so often, he would glance up and continue to sketch, glancing the strange flower that seemed bloomed in the winter.Â
By the time Elise was done with her drink, she got up from her seat and called out, âThank you again for the coffee.â
"WaitâMiss!" Ivan called out, not realizing just how much time had passed. He quickly tore out the picture and calmly waled towards her, lowing his head some out of a sudden wave of embarrassment. "This is for you," he said, handing her the paper.
Eliseâs eyes widened at the picture ofâ Her. Well, at least it looked like her, but it seemed that the girl in the picture was too beautiful to be her. She sat by a window and seemed to be blowing steam off of a cup of coffee, eyes shut and mouth curved into a smile of ease. âI donât know what toââ she started, but quickly cut off at seeing the ribbon in her hair, identical to the girl in the portrait. Carefully, she brought her hand up to touch the ribbon, staring at the girl as if she would do the same, and let out a sigh, smiling up at him.
"Oh, goodness. Thank you. I didnât even catch your name."Â
Elise smiled. âIâm Elise, and thank you for the coffee. And this,â she breathed out, stilled struck by the detail of the portrait.
"No, thank you," he said, giving her a kind smile. "For warming my cold winter."
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