It wasn’t like Isaac wanted a job at the local cafe, it was just the only way he could pay his way through college. With no parents, no remaining family, and well, moving to France, Isaac was on his own. He had nobody left and even when he thought he had someone, he lost her – and it was his fault. Maybe it was just better if he was on his own so no one else got hurt.
His fault. It was his fault. Allison died protecting him an his friends.
Isaac took a deep breath, scribbling the woman’s order down on his pad of paper before nodding at her and returning to his work station. A few of his co workers were chatting tiredly in French, a subject that he aced in high school but lost as he became caught up in werewolf politics and finding his own way. He knew bits and pieces, especially now while living in the heart of France but, it reminded him of Allison.
As much as he hated to admit it, he still mourned for her, taking the fault whenever he could. It’s the reason why Isaac had to leave Beacon Hills and the reason why he never returned, despite the group of brothers he had.
Working on the caramel iced coffee, Isaac shut out the conversation, focusing intently on the project at hand. He kept repeating the order, making sure he didn’t mess it up like he had on his first day at the cafe. Iced coffees were relatively easy but, he wanted to make sure it was perfect, considering the first impression he had on his patron.
He needed the tip money, so this coffee had to be extra special.
Grabbing a straw, Isaac took a strong grip on the plastic cup and delivered it to the table by the window, a charming smile tugging on his lips as he took out his pad of paper again.
“Yeah, I guess that was simple enough – made by yours truly. Do you need any food or am I free to go?”
It looked like that guy needed a few more hours of sleep. Geez. Who spit in his coffee? As soon as his back was to her, she rolled her eyes in a painfully obvious way. She was the one who was up all night. If anyone had a right to treat another person rudely it was her, but she didn’t. Or she didn’t yet. If he came back && gave her the stink eye, she was going to give him a piece of her mind.
Dumping her notebook on the table she started scribbling a few names && addresses she needed to check out during her next nightly adventure through the city. Maybe if she made a list of every possibility she could think of, she could treat this like a game. Each night, tackle three or five and tick them off if she came up empty handed. That way she wouldn’t burn herself out, because in the end she was doing this alone.
When the boy returned wearing a bright smile, she glanced up at him slowly, skepticism sketched in her raised eyebrow. Either he realized he was a dick to her earlier, or he was called out for it in the back. Either way, she appreciated it, && was slightly amused by the change.
“Made by yours truly, huh? Must be pretty special then.”
Taking a sip of her drink, she watched his face, deliberately taking her time to see how he’d react. She was going to judge him by his work, even though it really didn’t matter. It was only iced coffee, but yet she treated it like it was the most important thing in the word.
Setting it down, she nodded as if she approved, but not too enthusiastically. As if she would wave it with a ‘pass’ but without a gold star. It was great coffee, she just liked to tease people. Especially cute American boys. It was strange hearing another American accent from someone who obviously lived && worked there. It was refreshing.
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