Chapter 1

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"Hurry Roland, I'm running late," the young CEO snapped irritably at his driver the instant he settled himself in the limousine. Warm, stuffy air blasted at him from the heater, but he was too stressed to even care very much for the dismal weather.

"Yes, sir," his chauffeur answered immediately, starting the car. The shiny limousine drove smoothly down the road, a blur to every vehicle around it. There was no traffic this early in the afternoon and getting to his destination was as quick as he wanted it be.

Abruptly, the car stopped at the corner of a busy sidewalk. "I'll be right back," he barked, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. In his high society, slamming a car door was like killing an innocent puppy. But in his agitation, he had no patience for the pointless rules of decorum.

He headed swiftly towards the café door, ignoring the biting cold and drifting snow, and threw it open. The moment he closed the coffee shop door, the warm aroma of roasting beans wafted to his nostrils. Almost immediately, he felt his tense nerves relax and his throbbing headache ease as he headed towards the cashier.

"Hey…what can I get for you today?" the barista asked pleasantly, leaning a lazy hand atop the cash register, breaking the illusion of peace.

"A…." he glanced up at the tan colored boards behind her out of habit. "Mocha cappuccino. Extra hot. To go."

"Anything else?" she asked, punching it into the cash register without looking up at him.

"No," he replied bluntly, handing over his credit card.

"Okay, you can just—"

"Wait there, I know." It had come out a little harsher than he meant, but his cantankerous mood was returning faster than he liked it to. But then again, even if he were in a "better" mood, it would have come out just the same.

Her bright smile faltered into one of innocent confusion, instead of hurt and distress. "Uh, okay." She turned his back to him, and began filling a paper cup with steaming hot coffee.

"Here you go," she handed him the cup quickly, with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Enjoy your…coffee."

He made no acknowledgement towards her as he took it from her, seizing it roughly. But just as his fingers clasped around the hot cup, she left go. It surprised him, and his hand was suddenly gripping a burning hot cup. Instinctively, he dropped it, tipping the cup askew, and spilling the coffee over himself.

She simply laughed.

"I could sue you for all your worth," he glared at her, while searching for something to clean up the mess. She had stopped laughing then and handed him a thick stack of napkins.

"Why waste your time, Mr. Kaiba?" She asked teasingly, leaning forward. She rested her head on her elbows on the high counter, her intoxicating, playfully sweet eyes holding nothing but warmth and vibrance.

He looked up from dabbing his shirt. "I'd like to know what you're going to lose first."

"One of two jobs," she said it as casually as though they were discussing the freezing cold weather. He hid his surprise—he hadn't really expected her to answer. He was too used to vixens playing coy and making him guess for his answers.

She shrugged at his silence, and moved back to the cash register where an impatient line was forming. "And every chance to work at another coffee shop. Stains the reputation, you know? Anyway, while you're making up your mind, give me a second and I'll make another one for you."

"No, I think I'll try the other café across the street," he said coldly, heading out the door.

"Hm, okay! Have fun!" She called brightly after him, before taking an order from a cross man. He threw a nasty look behind his shoulder, before stopping abruptly and turning to face her.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I figured that the best way to do anything is to do it with enjoyment so—"

"What kind of person do you think I am?" he interrupted, cutting her off sharply.

At this, the girl paused from taking an order and smiled, in a way that was beyond sincere and genuine. "I don't know you well enough, Seto Kaiba, and I don't think the tabloids do you justice. I can't answer that question. Three-fifty please, sir."

Again and again, she triumphed over him in her selection of words. He felt a rising fury that this impudent barista thought she was better than he.

"You know what, I'll take you up on that offer," he walked briskly up the counter, cutting the line, as she began the man's espresso.

"You want a coffee?" her expression showed mock disbelief as she handed the man his coffee with a sleeved cup, who slouched off with an impertinent "huff". "Really?"

His ice blue eyes narrowed again. He had had just about enough of her cheekiness. The urge to squash this girl's confidence was overwhelming, and it only grew more so when he found her grinning knowingly that she had won. After all, was it not Seto Kaiba's job to trample every idiot's ego?

But time was of the essence. And he really did need to get back to work.

"Why is that to so hard to believe?" he snapped angrily. "Give me my damn coffee. I'm late for a meeting."

"Touchy touchy," she muttered under her breath as she began another mocha cappuccino. Within seconds, she'd finished, handing it to him swiftly, this time, with a coffee sleeve around it to prevent him from burning his hand.

And he didn't drop it this time.

"Have a nice day!" she called out over the counter pleasantly, as if all that had happened between them was nothing more than two long lost friends reuniting together for the first time. He looked back at her incredulously, unbelievably. How had she done it? Treated him like crap one second, and then the next like a friend. There was no way in hell that she had just done that to him.

But what happened next astonished him even more. She looked up from the busy line of disgruntled caffeine addicted people, catching his eye. She smiled another playfully sincere and knowing smile, one that even took away the breath that he was going to use to insult her. Instead, he sent her a icy glare and pushed open the door, the image of her last expression still fresh in his mind.

There are just things you don't forget.

Please tell me what you think about this one! I'm not even too sure whether or not it's a one-shot or a story. Crap, I'm so nervous about this one, almost to the point where I'm just a tad bit scared. Should I continue? I've just set up a poll on my homepage about the future of this story. Anyhow, thanks so much for taking the time to read this :) You totally made my day!