Once he'd fully stepped into the abandoned yet slightly cosy coffee shop Frank let out a shaky breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Gazing quickly out of the big and dirty window just as a reflex, Frank felt a small shiver run down his spine as he saw a bunch of ravens decorating the dark blue evening sky.

The crawling feeling of someone following him or keeping an eye at him hadn't disappeared, but as he stepped further into the warm and familiar smelling room he let himself relax to a certain degree while taking of the thin coat. He wished he had chosen another jacket today, but at least he had his scarf tightly wrapped around his neck. His scarf made him feel much more safe and secure, and the feeling of the soft fabric brushing against his cheeks and neck helped him relax even more.

Placing the jacket over his right arm, Frank was finally able to get properly look at the small shop he was currently standing in. A few tables was placed here and there, not quite making a messy tone but creating a sense of someone's home. Two to three big and comfortable looking leather chairs was placed around every table, some having pillows placed on them and some having blankets over the back. Frank also noticed the wooden walls with random pictures scattered all over, some being music artist, concert posters or just paintings.

The place overall looked so nice that it was nearly a shame that the coffee shop was placed in this hidden street. Frank wouldn't mind having this café as his favourite from now on since he had no clue how long his ex would be working for the other café. Yes, he was a man of habit and he hated changing his habits, but this café reminded him of the other but at the same time not.

Stepping even further inside, Frank scanned the place once again in search for someone working there and when he couldn't spot one single soul inside of the café except himself, he found his feet walking towards the closest table before sitting down in a comfy chair.

A few seconds after he'd placed the thin coat over the chair arm Frank heard a sudden cough making him emit a small yelp along with his heart speeding up and skipping a beat. Ever since that certain accident Frank had been easily startled by almost everything.

Looking up after calming his breath down, Frank's eyes was met by a pair of fiery looking hazel eyes studying him from behind the cash register. The owner of the shining and captivating eyes had a curious yet playful expression painting his features. From his messy raven-hair, thick eyebrows, pixie nose, high cheekbones, defined jaw to his pink lips whom ended in a crooked smile, Frank could easily spot a playful and big personality.

"Can I help you?" The strange man asked after what seemed like an eternity, smiling politely in Frank's direction as he leaned on the polished wooden desk. Even though the shop was empty as a desert, he didn't seem very fazed by Frank's presence- quite the contrary actually; it rather seemed like he'd expected him for months.

Shaking his head just barely, Frank swallowed away his anxiety and nervousness before standing up from the leather chair, pressing his bitten fingernails down in his sweaty palms. With what seemed like slow and agonizing steps, he made his way towards the way too happy man for his liking.

"I-," Frank started off by saying only to be interrupted by his own cracking voice. Coughing some as he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, he quickly averted his gaze from the raven-haired man's intense eyes.

"M-may I get a black coffee, please?" He managed to ask, just stuttering some.

The raven-haired man's smile widened by that and he turned to the cash register typing in something before Frank heard the familiar plinging noise.

"That's $2.52." He continued to smile as Frank gave him the money and grew a bit more if possible when Frank murmured he'd could keep the change.

Frank hadn't spotted a nametag of any sort, so he just went by calling him 'smile guy' in his head as he watched him from where he again was seated in the huge chair. Frank just felt curious there he sat and observed the man from the other side of the café, they had just met, if you could call that meeting someone, and yet he still felt pulled towards the weirdly attractive man with the crooked smile.

Throughout the past years, Frank had never been a very social person nor had any sudden social outbreaks. Everyone he'd talked to or known would describe him as shy or just extremely introverted, so when he had started to date, everyone was a bit shocked to put it lightly. It was a shock to Frank too, that someone had found an interest in him, the shabby looking, shy and guilt filled person everyone knew him as.

However, another thing found himself shocked over was that he for once had an interest for someone, that he actually wanted to know smile guy, to talk to him or just sit in a comfortable silence while reading books. Maybe they could read aloud to each other too, maybe André Bjerke since Frank had a weird fascination with odd crime books.

Before his mind could ponder over how smile guy's reading voice would probably sound, Frank found himself shaking his head again. Smile guy had most likely other more outgoing and interesting friends than Frank would ever be. His shy and introverted personality always got in the way and ever since that certain accident Frank found it harder and harder to keep any company.

Frank's confidence could be discussed, but whenever he got too uncertain, he would always pull himself backwards again. The things that always seemed to get him by surprise, was the people who would smile at him, talk to him or interact with him in other ways. Frank had never found himself interesting, nor other people for that matter, so when people actually talked to him, he'd always find a way to push them away.

When a finger snapped in front of his face, he involuntary shrieked making the owner of the hand emit a strange yet comforting giggle. Frank could feel his cheeks burn for the nth time as he stared into smile guy's playful eyes.

"Sorry for snapping you out of your daydream, but here's your coffee." He motioned towards the steaming cup placed on the dark brow wooden table in front of Frank.

"I'm Gerard by the way," He continued, not moving from the chair across Frank's. He stared a bit as Frank reached a shaky hand out to grab the probably warm cup.

"So," Gerard began again when he didn't receive any sort of response from Frank. "What's up with the scarf?"   

This is not proof read sorry,, I'm lazy and I have school tomorrow and it's late af (for me at least)

I'm not gonna apologise for not updating in 100 years,, I haven't had any inspiration for this and I admit I have chosen slim over this. (#edenisr00d2k16)

This is also dedicated to kristine @dangergays bc it was her that made me write on this again (Ty hun, ♡)

I'm also thinking of making a trailer thing for this,, since this is honestly my favourite idea so far.
What do you think? (I'm gonna make one either way lmao)

Edit; here's the trailer;

Hoped you liked this chapter and pls tell me if you see a typo/grammar mistake/misspelling

Thanks for reading, voting and commenting! ♡

-fckEdenout