(AN: Since it's Tess' birthday, and she's always complaining that there isn't enough long fics, I decided to write one for her for a present )

Chapter One

Sayaka turns the cream machine on, watching as it whips the cream around and thickens it quickly. Turning it off so it doesn't over whip, she spoons some out and into the cup before her. Sprinkling chocolate over the top, she gives it to the man waiting for his order, taking his money and giving him change. There was no one standing in line after him, and Sayaka takes the slight break to tidy up behind the counter. Dumping all the dishes in the dishwasher, she restocks the ingredients that have become depleted and puts more sweets and cakes in the display.

Just as she finishes, there's a loud banging from the kitchen, and making sure there are no more customers, she rushes to the back.

Madoka is sitting in a puddle of milk, the glass from the broken bottle littered around her.

"Don't move!" Sayaka says, hurrying to get the mop and broom, weeping up all of the glass so Madoka couldn't hurt herself. Madoka is looking slightly dazed, and Sayaka helps her up. "Are you okay?" She asks worriedly, sweeping off all of the glass into a pan.

"I'm fine," Madoka says, taking the pan and putting it in the bin. "What are you doing back here? What if a customer is waiting at the front?"

Sayaka suddenly became aware of the ding ding ding that is coming from the service bell sitting on the counter. Eyes wide, she dashes out the front, only to see the back of a red haired girl leaving.

"Wait!" She calls out. "I'm here."

The girl turns and scowls at her, the expression marring her face. Otherwise she could be quite beautiful, Sayaka thinks. She's wearing a green hoodie and short jeans, and she's chewing on a stick of pocky.

Stalking back over to the counter, the girl plants her hands and leans over. "Crappy service you've got here," she snarls. "But a friend told me there was good coffee, so you better not prove me wrong."

Sayaka gulps. "What would you like to order?" She asks, her normally cheery attitude somewhat shaky. She blames it on the girl and her sweet smell that's wafting over the counter from where she's standing.

The girl sniffs, looking down her nose at Sayaka. "Just a cinnamon latte."

Sayaka is particularly careful as she prepares it, wanting the other girl to like it, wanting her to come back here. She sprinkles some chocolate over the top and presents it to the girl, who pays her for it.

"Thanks," she mutters, walking out the door. Sayaka follows her with her eyes, and has to banish the girl from her mind when the afternoon rush starts.

/\/\/\/\

Madoka leaves when Homura comes to pick her up from her shift, and Sayaka leaves the store in the capable hands of the manager when he comes in. Putter her helmet on, she turns the key in her motorbike before zooming down the road towards her home.

Though she tries, she can't get the red haired girl out of her mind. It's annoying, and she finally puts her book away when she realises that she's read the same line four times.

I hope she liked the coffee. I hope she comes back.

Sayaka shakes her head. She knew this girl for all of three minutes, why was she still thinking about her? She served hundreds of people every day, and no others had stuck in her head for more time than it took to make their coffee and fetch their food. She scowls, pacing around her kitchen, and deciding to make some proper food to try and distract herself. Predictably, it didn't work. Why did she have to become infatuated with strangers she had barely met? It had happened before, but he had been nice, even though she had never seen him again. He'd filled her mind for months and she didn't even know his name.

This girl hadn't even been nice. She'd been kind of mean actually. Sayaka sighs and fetches a glass of water to drink before bed. She changes into her pyjamas, brushes her teeth and slides under the covers, trying not to think of the girl.

Damn, I really need to get laid.

/\/\/\/\/\

Madoka is knocking at her door, and Sayaka is still in her sleepwear. The pink haired girl is way too perky for this hour, even as she helps herself to the coffee in the kitchen. Sayaka asks for Madoka to make her some too, and sits down on her couch, the small apartment hindering her efforts as she runs into tables and chairs and stubs her toes at least twice. She can't tell where everything is, even if she's lived here for nearly a year, it's seven in the morning and she's tired.

"Remind me why you're here?" Sayaka asks, rubbing her eyes and glaring half-heartedly at Madoka.

"I'm here because you need to do stuff that isn't Uni and work. So I made a list, and you have to pick one."

Sayaka looks it over, and in her sleepy state some jump out at her. It strikes her that this is a long list.

Jogging, sewing, cooking with other people, pottery, playing an instrument, joining a gym…

"Madoka, I don't need a hobby," Sayaka says. It's too early in the morning for this bullshit.

"Yes you do. Seriously, when was the last time you went out and did something just because you wanted to?"

"I read," Sayaka protests.

"Yeah, but that's not something that you do with other people, is it? How many people do you regularly see? Me, Mami, Homura… Is there anyone else? You only see me because of work, and you only see Homura because we're dating, and you only see Mami because you're in the same University course. You see no one outside of work or class, and you need a life."

"But pottery? Really Madoka? That's the best you could come up with?"

"Well I don't really know what you're interested in, because you don't do anything," Madoka says exasperatedly. "Just choose something, would you?"

Sayaka frowns at the other girl. "And what, because you do so much stuff?"

Madoka tilts her head. "Fine. You chose something, and we'll both go and do it."

Sayaka narrows her eyes. "Fine, I choose everything."

Madoka blinks. "What?"

"I'll try everything at least once, and you're coming with me for all of them."

Madoka looks like this isn't what she planned when she came over to crash Sayaka's sleep at this ridiculous time. "You can't do that!" She finally exclaims.

"Why not?" Sayaka asks smugly. "I'm doing stuff, and you promised you'd come along, so you're coming."

Madoka sat still, staring off into the distance as Sayaka walks over to her computer, booting it up and starting to search for some of the ridiculous things that were on Madoka's list.