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My new story. Nothing much to say. Hope it is interesting enough for you guys. (Read with caution. This fic is yet to be proofread)

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The Coffee Cup and A Sharpie Marker.

Chapter 1

How ironic.

For someone who didn't even drink coffee, such a nice twist in the plotline, isn't it? Still, I have tried all types of coffee ever existed in this world and I thank God for the existence of tea leaves. I don't mind the smell—the pungent aroma of dark-roasted beans. It somehow gives me this calming effect but the taste is what really bothers me.

What I'm doing is some sort of an art. It is something that comes from the spirit. It takes a force of will, learning my own abilities, trusting my tools. Most of it is taught and the rest is relies on natural talent and aptitude. The theory could be learned but it would take more than that for someone to be great at it.

It is a process and a labor of love. Through a mix of raw skill and luck, it become my passion and my most addictive hobby.

If only people knew what my major in college is…

"You forgot to take this yesterday, Shizuru."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Handouts for our final. We have to make a research on Li-Fraumeni Syndrome."

She involuntarily frowned at the blonde girl before her who was giving the exact same reaction,

"We? I didn't realize that we're in the same group. I thought it is yet to be decided."

"It is selected by default."

"Default?" She asked, arching one brow at the nonchalant look on the blonde's face, "And who decided that?"

"Haruka Armitage." The blonde grinned more, "…in short—me."

"I should've known." Shizuru sighed heavily, walking away with coursework papers in her hand. She placed it near the counter before reaching for the small cup which was pre-heated atop the coffee maker.

"What would you like to have for today?"

"I want to try mocha latte!"

Haruka left minutes earlier as more people walked into the café for their morning pick-me-up—probably she didn't want to disturb her with her work.

Orders were taken, 25 drinks on queue and in the midst of white collars and sleek grey coats, Shizuru spotted a flash of red sweatshirt. The contrast diverted her attention for a few moments as her hands worked on pouring skimmed milk into 5 tall cups of latte. Carefully putting on the lids and serving them to the awaiting customers, Shizuru's eyes went back to search for the distracting red and found her already at the front counter, ready to order.

Shizuru had missed her chance again—7 times! She found herself grudgingly glaring at the spiky haired boy who barely could get his cap fit on his head because of his hair kept poking out. Shaking the thought out of her head, Shizuru resumed her work, completing five more orders as her ears caught the voice which had haunted her day at classes and sleep at nights.

Shizuru scooted closer to the front counter. She was not going to miss it, at least not today.

"Can I get a cup of Americano?"

"W-what size, miss?" Takeda, always stuttered for no apparent reason—Shizuru felt like smashing a mug on his face.

"Grande."

"Can I get your name, miss?"

Shizuru's eyes instantly flickered but still focused at task in hands. Please say your name… I want to know your name…

"Kruger."

"Your first name, miss?"

Oh Takeda… I want to slap you sometimes!

There was a short pause before a reply came in a slightly irritated tone—Shizuru could tell.

"Is it even necessary?"

Through the corner of her eye, Shizuru knew Takeda was squirming on his feet as he started to scribble the order on the paper cup,

"My apologies, miss. I just want to avoid confusion in the orders." Takeda smiled, gaining confidence—judging from the tone of his voice. Shizuru could see the lady was a bit reluctant but finally gave in with a sigh.

"Natsuki." She spoke, pausing, "Natsuki Kruger."

A satisfactory grin formed on Takeda's face as he wrote it on the cup, "It would be $2.55, Miss Natsuki Kruger."

Shizuru tilted her head up slightly, noticing the frown on Natsuki's face when she heard Takeda uttering her name so casually. Shizuru just wasn't sure where he got his nerve when it came to this mysterious raven haired girl before them. Was he trying his luck? Shizuru knew he was not even close of receiving a good response from the other person—at least she could tell from what she saw on the blunette's face.

"One Americano, grande—"

"I'm on it!"

Not even letting him finish, Shizuru took the cup and started to prepare the drink. Like she said earlier, she was not going to miss it today. As she poured the espresso into the cup, she tilted her head up again, finding Natsuki standing near the magazine rack—a travelling journal in her hands. Travel? Does she like to travel?

Carefully filling up the cup with hot water to complete the exact measurement, Shizuru reached for a lid and she securely capped it. She took a glance at the blunette; still engrossed with the magazine in hands. She glanced at her left—Takeda was busy taking orders. Her other colleagues were also preoccupied with their chores. She silently snuck her hand into her apron, pulling out a Sharpie marker and rapidly scribbling at the cup.

"A grande cup of Americano for Natsuki Kruger!" Shizuru called, placing the cup atop the counter and she quickly went back to prepare another drink for other customers.

"Thank you."

With her face hidden beneath the cap, she gave a brief nod as a reply—Shizuru wasn't ready to look at the blunette face to face yet. From the sound of the retreating footsteps and a soft ring on the door, it gave her indication that Natsuki had left the café. Shizuru sighed the air she unconsciously held moments earlier. She tip-toed slightly to look outside the glass windows. Natsuki was walking towards the opposite building and slowly disappearing from her sight.

I only get once a week to see her because of my classes schedule.

Tuesday morning, exactly on 8.35 a.m.

Her usual attire: Sweatshirt. Sometimes green, sometimes red and I've seen her in yellow sweatshirt twice—with skinny jeans and Dr. Martens' boots to match.

Americano. Grande. $2.55. No sugar. Pure black.

Today is my first time serving her.

Hope she likes it.

"And I would like to call for that lady over there to explain to us the effect of caffeine on blood pressure—since she's so focused."

There were ruffling sounds and suddenly things went into silence. A sharp nudge on her side brought her back from her daydream, only to find the entire hall had turned their attention solely on her. Like a deer being caught in the headlight, Shizuru blinked a couple of times, feeling confused as she took a quick look around the hall, a bit surprise with the amount of eyes fixating at her.

"What is going on…?"

Slowly sliding the book towards Shizuru, Haruka tapped at a certain paragraph, until—

"No. Don't help her, Miss Armitage or I will deduct your marks from this upcoming test."

The lady's voice was stern. Haruka slowly pulled back her hand and ducked her head from the piercing stare. She mouthed a silent 'I'm sorry' at Shizuru, leaving the brunette more confused than ever.

"Please, stand up, Miss Viola."

Shizuru was still baffled at the whole situation. She hesitantly stood up from her seat, fixing the hem of her cardigan which was slightly crumpled.

"Please, explain to your classmate the effect of caffeine on blood pressure. Maybe some of your friends here are still not understand with it?"

Shizuru blinked again and finally everything came back flooding her mind. Miss Maria was standing at the very front of that lecture hall, and there she was, daydreamed about a certain raven haired girl she had served an Americano earlier that morning.

"The effect of caffeine…" Shizuru started, pausing momentarily as she casted her gaze up to the ceiling hall. Okay Shizuru… Think now.

"Caffeine can cause a short, but dramatic increase in your blood pressure, even if you don't have high blood pressure. It's unclear what causes this spike in blood pressure. Caffeine could block a hormone that helps keep your arteries widened. Others think that caffeine causes your adrenal glands to release more adrenaline, which causes your blood pressure to increase."

Small 'wow's and gasps could be heard across the hall. From the reaction collected amongst her classmates, Shizuru knew she was on the right path. Yet the stare Miss Maria upholding wasn't making her feel comfortable with her answer. Her thoughts worked rapidly. She knew she had read about it days before this class. A smirk slowly appeared on Miss Maria's lips and no, she was not going to let that old lady win.

"Some people who regularly drink caffeinated beverages have a higher average blood pressure than do those who drink none. Others who regularly drink caffeinated beverages develop a tolerance to it. As a result, caffeine doesn't have a long-term effect on their blood pressure. It seems that caffeine has a stronger blood pressure increasing effect in people who are older than 70 or who are overweight."

The smile slowly disappeared—it was Shizuru's turn to grin.

"If you have high blood pressure, ask your doctor whether you should limit or stop drinking caffeinated beverages. If you're concerned about caffeine's effect on your blood pressure, try limiting the amount of caffeine you drink to 200 milligrams a day—about the same amount as in two 12-ounce cups of brewed coffee. Keep in mind that the amount of caffeine in coffee and other beverages varies by brand. Also, avoid caffeine right before activities that naturally increase your blood pressure, such as exercise, weightlifting or hard physical labor."

An ecstatic whistle came from behind her. Her classmates were cheering for her and it was making her excited.

"Researchers say this finding is only preliminary and more research is needed to determine exactly how caffeine intake may influence blood pressure as well as determine who's at risk."

Shizuru ended with a smile and the whole class clapped delightedly. She trained her eyes at Miss Maria's stoic face and the older woman quietly closed her eyes, nodding her head.

"Very well. You may take a seat now, Miss Viola. Eventhough you have answered it perfectly, please be more focus on this class. You have exams coming..."

"Thank you, Miss Maria. I will..."

Shizuru sat down with another round of applause from her classmates before Miss Maria dismissing it with her sharp glare.

"That was amazing." Haruka had her jaw dropped slightly, feeling amazed, "When did you read all those thing? Some of them are not even in this chapter!"

Shizuru smiled, shrugging her shoulders, "I guess I just have a lot of time at the café, so I read."

Haruka pouted slightly, "Damn it. I can't lose to you! You just wait!" she hissed before putting her attention back to the class.

Shizuru just giggled as she started to flip through her text book.

"Don't frown too much. Have a nice day…"

She tilted her head up, blinking in confusion upon hearing the words coming from the red head.

"What?"

"This… Who wrote this?" The red head tapped at the paper cup, earning one arched brow from the blunette. Natsuki reached for the cup and she spun it around. There was a small scribble—a very neat handwriting she must say, right under her name. Her thought quickly wandered to the moment where she was at the café earlier this morning.

"Oh, just a stupid boy who took my order this morning." Natsuki said, putting back her attention to the book in her hands.

Nao pouted slightly as she looked at the cup again, "I've never seen this before. I share coffee with you almost everyday. I think this is the first time he wrote something on your cup."

"Not like I care."

"Is he a fan of yours?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Natsuki shot a glare, Nao chuckled lightly as she took another sip.

"And this one tastes better though."

"And you should buy your own coffee." Natsuki took back the cup from Nao's hand before taking a sip. It was indeed a lot better than her usual. She took another sip. Her lips slowly worked on a smile. She had to admit, she liked it very much.

"Oi, I'm late for class, let me finish it for you." Nao outstretched her arm for the cup but Natsuki kept it away from the red head's reach and grinned.

"No. Go buy it yourself. I'm keeping this today!"

Should I continue?