Author's Note: Greetings, friends. This is the first fic I've published in probably 6 years and, of course, it's Phineas and Ferb, just like it was 7 years ago. I really wanted to write a fic again and finally decided to make a PnF one about Ferb and Vanessa, my favorite pairing. At the end of "Act Your Age", Ferb and Vanessa were a couple before went to college, and Dan Povenmire made a tweet a few years back that he pictured them meeting again at a coffee shop that Vanessa works at while Ferb is in college. I decided to combine those two things to make it so that they both fit in the timeline somewhat. I want this fic to be as close to canon as possible, so most everything I write in this is canon.

It would mean a bunch to me to see how this fic does. I haven't seriously written in a very long time, but I remember loving it, so I'm gonna try it again. Hope you enjoy!

It is kind of funny how the universe works and how it has the power to make things work out for the better, even if it takes a while. Maybe it is the universe, or maybe it's just pure dumb luck, if luck even exists. This was something that Ferb Fletcher was about to ponder over in the next twenty minutes.

It was a surprisingly cool evening in the beginning of May. Ferb had decided to ride his bike around town since it was so nice out. Phineas was out and about with Buford in an attempt to study for a final in a class they both shared. Well, more along the lines of Phineas trying to make sure that Buford is able to actually graduate in a couple weeks. Ferb wasn't very much help when it came to tutoring Buford; one may argue that Buford doesn't understand his teaching methods, or maybe Ferb isn't quite cut out for teaching. So, he set off on his bike down the street and into town.

He didn't really have a set plan for where he would go, not that he needed to always have a plan of action. Sometimes just being outside on a nice spring evening with no plans is good enough. This also gave him time to process what was going on lately. In just two weeks, he would be graduating high school with Phineas and all their friends. Ferb had already applied to several colleges way back in October and decided to go to Camford-on-Oxbury in England to go into movie directing. It was a little bit of a shock to family and friends that he wasn't going into something like engineering or building rockets for NASA, but they were supportive nonetheless. Ferb still loved to build things, but directing movies was just something that he was a bit more interested in pursuing. Those dramatic pieces of British cinema don't write themselves.

The wind was nice and crisp, ruffling Ferb's already scruffy green hair as he rode along. He suddenly remembered this one little coffee shop that just opened up a few weeks ago that he had been meaning to try. He got out his phone and looked up the address of the shop, pleasantly surprised that it was extremely close by. He quickly made a sharp turn at the next intersection and headed toward the address. Upon reaching the shop, there was a distinct aroma of coffee in the air. Ferb locked up his bike on a street lamp pole and headed inside.

The shop had a cute ambiance to it. It was very clean and had very interesting pieces of artwork on the walls, presumably made by locals that were donated to the shop. There were hanging Christmas-like lights along the walls and the lights hanging from the ceiling resembled teardrops. The glass itself around the lightbulbs resembled a mosaic pattern. Ferb mentally gave the place a good review for decor.

Ferb strode up to the front counter and pondered on what he was going to purchase. A young redheaded girl with rectangular glasses hurried to the cash register.

"Hello, may I take your order?" she asked cheerfully.

"I would like a small iced tea, please," Ferb said while reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. Instead of taking forever to scour the entire menu for a drink that he may or may not enjoy, he decided to play it safe and see how the tea is. If they mess up an iced tea, then it wouldn't be worth trying anything else.

"Alright, that'll be $2.49 and we'll have it ready for you as soon as possible!" the barista said. "Small iced tea!" she called out behind her as Ferb handed her the money. "Can I get a name for that?" she asked.

"F-E-R-B," he spelled out as clearly as he could. Sometimes it's easier just to spell it than say it when in the presence of people who didn't know him. He was the only one in the shop at the moment, which Ferb was slightly thankful for. Sometimes the overall atmosphere of a coffee shop can be ruined by pretentious hipsters pretending to write a screenplay on their MacBooks.

The redhead handed Ferb back his change and went off to go clean out a machine. As he was turning away to find a place to sit, he caught a glimpse of the barista making his drink. And so did she.

Vanessa looked up from making an iced tea to see who had ordered it. She could have just as easily read the name on the side of the cup, but her co-worker's handwriting was barely legible, so there was no point in trying to decipher it anymore. The amount of times the other baristas have mispronounced someone's name because of the redhead's handwriting was daunting. They even set up a jar in the break room to put a dollar in for every time they messed up reading someone's name.

When Vanessa looked up, her eyes immediately locked with Ferb Fletcher's, who was also looking her way. She hastily, yet carefully, finished up his drink and attempted to read the side of the cup to confirm it was him. The scribbled letters vaguely spelled out "Ferb," and that was good enough for her. She smiled as she went up to the front counter to hand him his drink. From the looks of it, he was just as surprised as she was to see her. When she approached him, she held the drink in one hand and pointed to his name on the cup.

"So. What is this short for?"