For the lovely @megansarah11, who always sends me prompts and I only wish I had more to offer than a few words on a tumblr page to offer her! Thanks so much lovely!
Caroline scrubbed down the counter glad that everyone had
left for the night so they wouldn’t hear her muttering under breath about the
stains that had accumulated over the course of the day. Owning the café called
Expresso Yourself, situated in the middle of the city hadn’t exactly been part
of her ten year plan. Actually Caroline didn’t even have a plan after she
graduated college six years ago when he father’s husband had died leaving her
with the place.
After her mother had passed in her first year of college she
had come to the realization that she had no family left except for the man her
father had loved until his last breath. The man who had barely mailed a
birthday card since her father had died had somehow thought enough of her to
leave her this place. It had come as a sort of saving grace for Caroline who
had no clear plan for her future after breaking up with Tyler.
She had somehow made her life about being with him and when
all that blew up in smoke Caroline had somehow managed to still graduate on
time. With the help of her friends Bonnie and Elena she had come to Expresso
Yourself living and breathing the company as they renovated it with most of her
college savings in order to help the business to grow commercially. So far it
had worked, so far, now there was a rival competitor opening up two blocks down
and Caroline was worried.
She tried not to show it when Elena had walked in frantically
waving her hands pulling her to the door to see the Mikaelson coffee shop sign
going up more than a month ago. Caroline even tried to deny there would be a
problem with another coffee shop opening up around the corner two weeks ago until
she met one of them. Kol Mikaelson hadn’t exactly been friendly when he came in
at least until Bonnie came in and he attempted to flirt up a storm as she
swiftly rejected him.
Tonight is was kind of hard to deny considering this morning
had been their opening and it had been intense from what Elena had said.
Caroline had made sure not to put herself through watching her so called loyal
customers walk past her glass door towards the rival company and had slept in.
Tonight she had to work past eight to work on inventory. Having dismissed the
small staff a while ago she was alone struggling with a stain that had been
there for three years but Caroline was too frustrated to do anything but scrub
“There will be nothing left if you keep rubbing at it,” a
british-lit voice sounded in the small space of her café making Caroline jump. “I
come in peace, promise.”
Caroline reached for the first thing she could grab, a spoon,
was there nothing she could use to defend herself back here, she asked herself
looking at anything that wasn’t bolted down.
“Klaus Mikaelson, my brother owns the, er, other coffee
shop,” he continues moving passed the door she swore she had locked as Matt had
“Forbes, Caroline, owner of this shop,” she said wiping her
hands on the towel by the cappuccino machine, “I reserve the right to call the
cops,” she tells him as he approaches the counter.
“As is your right,” he agrees dropping his large hands on
the counter top as Caroline hesitantly moves back towards the counter that separates
“Feel free to take this the wrong way but what are you doing
here,” she asks with a smile that makes him chuckle, a sound Caroline could get
Scratching his nose, he replies, “I volunteered to smooth
over any discomfort my brother may have caused the other day when he stopped by
Klaus shifts from foot to foot in a sign of nervousness
giving her confidence,, “And it took you thirteen days to walk in this direction,”
she jokes leaning on her hands as her elbows rest on the counter.
He leans down resting on his arms meeting her eyes squarely,
“Ah, no, actually I was a little wary myself at meeting you,” he confesses as
to why he was putting it off.
Her chin juts out curiously watching his face color as she
forces back her tired yawn, “Why’s that?” Caroline asks him.
“Well, you’re beautiful,” he discloses rubbing his neck, “I
saw you once in passing while we were setting up. Your face is kind of
difficult to forget.”
“Is this your way of smoothing things over,” Caroline asks
moving around the corner getting riled up as she tried to push down the
flattery, “Because if it is, I’m too smart to be seduced by you.”
“Well no actually,” Klaus straightens walking towards her as
she exits the other end of the counter stopping just short of her, “But that’s got
to be one of the new reasons I like you,” he asserts.
“Well, good,” Caroline divulges unsure of what to say
because he’s even more handsome up close and he smells so good, woodsy and so
unlike the sweet doughnut smell she’s used to.
“I was actually hoping you would join me for dinner to help
smooth things over,” he asked taking a step closer into her personal space.
Caroline shivered under his look of intent, “Okay, but I reserve
the right,” she stops short running out of steam, “I’ll come up with
something.” she replies with a salacious smirk.
“I’m sure you will,” Klaus agree with a smile, “Are you done
for the night? I could walk you home,” he suggests casually looking around.
“I actually live in a sort of renovated apartment upstairs,”
she discloses, “It made sense when I first started the place,” she informs him delicately.
“Unfortunate,” he tells her, “For me, I would have loved to
spend some more time with you,” he replies as the timer shuts the café lights
off for the night.
“Well I could walk you to the door and lock it, behind you,”
she offers undoing her apron and setting aside on the counter. “Or you could
stay after I lock it.”
Dear Diary, today will be different. Today I will smile. It will be genuine. Because today is the day that I get to live again. This life will be good and beautiful. But not without heartbreak. In death comes peace. But pain is the cost of living. Like love, it’s how we know we’re alive. And life goes on.
“We’ve all made terrible mistakes in our
life, done things that no apology can heal, but you just have to keep
going trying to find some new happiness no matter how much you’ve
lost. The strange thing is, losing those people is what brought us
together, it’s how we found each other, it’s what made us family.”