A/N: I AM SORRY THIS IS SO DAMN WISHY-WASHY and completely pointless. And short. And a bit pants. I honestly don't know where this comes from I am aromantic and asexual so I clearly just read too much fanfiction. It's all your fault. I'd like to say thank you to SpicyWolfsbane who was very kind and supportive about this story and really encouraged me to write more.
I want to put more badass Lucy in this story, thoughts?

The café in which Caspian had agreed to meet Edmund was a small place, hidden away on a corner. Caspian had visited it once before when he had first moved to Finchley. He had been lost and completely unused to the cold and blustery climate of England and so Ranmandu's Place seemed the perfect place to ask for directions. He had spoken to a very pretty girl named Liliandil who seemed to know everything about Finchley and had even offered to show him around as a tour guide. Caspian thought, in retrospective, that, had he spoken better English at the time, he would likely have taken her up on this offer. He wondered if he'd see her again and was not disappointed when he opened the wooden door and watched her face light up with the bell jingled to announce his presence.
It was natural to him to return her smile though he did not expect her to shyly push a lock of blonde-white hair behind her ear and smile yet further. He made his way over to a table beside the window, flustered slightly. The menu on his table seemed interesting all of a sudden and he quickly reached for it to hide his blush. She was very pretty. Perhaps she thought he looked nice too? Or was that too far-fetched? Maybe she just found her hair annoying and needed to adjust it, after all, smiling was only polite. He would have been offended if she hadn't smiled back. Maybe he should talk to her again, find out if she remembered him from when he asked for directions. Although that was a long time ago and his accent had completely changed. He could still talk to her just to pass the time though, he thought. His only worry was that she might get the wrong idea. Of course it was flattering to have such a beautiful person smile at him, but he was hardly interested in anything other than the occasional chat now and then.
The bell by the door jingled again and he was broken from his reverie.
All thoughts of Liliandil and right impressions seemed to fall out of his mind however, when in stepped Edmund, deftly removing his coat and tucking it under his arm. Such a simple movement reminded Caspian of the real reason he was here.

Edmund's pale, freckled smattered cheeks were rosy and soft from the cold outside and his eyes twinkled in the lights of the small, electric chandelier hanging from the ceiling. His gaze found Caspian's and the pair couldn't conceal a relieved smile. Edmund was far nicer looking than Caspian remembered, much better now that he had a proper coat to keep him warm and dry. And his hair looked soft and glossy instead of damp from the rain.
"Hi." Edmund smiled nervously, taking the seat opposite Caspian. "I, er, I don't know if I actually expected you to come."
Caspian frowned at this. "Why wouldn't I?" Who did Edmund take him for?
"Well I suppose I do owe you a favour, that's true." Edmund nodded, chuckling modestly.
Caspian raised an eyebrow but smiled. "That is true but I rather think I was looking forward to the company. Your texts were… How do I put this?"
"Annoying? Incessant? Invasive?" Edmund interrupted.
"More like, funny and I guess, companionable?" Caspian corrected.
"Companionable?" Edmund gave a soft smirk.
Caspian rubbed his neck shyly, he was still getting the hang of some words. "I just liked talking to you. It was nice to have someone to share things with."
"Yeah." Edmund nodded reassuringly. "Same here."
The smiled at each other with some kind of nervous excitement, neither knowing quite how to begin their conversation.
"So… Are you more of an espresso or cappuccino kind of person Caspian?" Edmund asked and Caspian found that he really liked the way his name sounded coming out of Edmund's mouth.
"It would have to be Cappuccino for me I think." Caspian nodded. "Espresso is far too bitter here in England, you don't do coffee well at all." He lowered his voice for this, not completely forgetting he was in the middle of an independent café and could possibly offend someone.
"I'd have to agree with you there." Edmund sighed. "I have a sweet tooth so it's Cappuccino for me as well I think. I once went to Italy on holiday though and the espresso there was like drinking heaven!" He exaggerated.
"I know!" Caspian grinned in agreement. "I can't even describe it."
Conversation after that seemed easy. Edmund paid for the coffees despite Caspian's protests and the pair sat down to drink, talk and over share on things that probably shouldn't have been shared so early upon meeting. Caspian wondered whether it was simply because he didn't see his old school friends so often that he enjoyed speaking to Edmund so much but something told him that Edmund was just interesting and a good conversationalist. Everything he said seemed to flow onto something else, each word diplomatically chosen to lead onto a new topic of conversation. But Caspian would be lying if he said he didn't notice him carefully sketch over more personal subjects such as his home life but he'd also be lying if he didn't already know it was a difficult thing for him to talk about. Two could play that game though and so the conversation was easily steered in the direction of more open ideas such as favourite films and tastes in food and music. It was nice to have someone with so much in common with him but just the right amount of differences to present debates sometimes.
They began to lose track of time, even when empty mugs had been forgotten about instead of replaced. Other customers seemed to come and go but the pair still had so much left to talk about. Their first meeting didn't reveal much about each other and now they were desperate to get to know one another. To Caspian, Edmund was something of a puzzle and he hoped that one day he'd be trusted enough to discover what it was he was hiding, what it was that had made such a young person so mature all of a sudden. He knew Edmund had a younger sister Lucy and he'd seen his older brother Peter and during their conversation he discovered he had an older sister too, named Susan. He wished sometimes that he had a sibling to tell Edmund about, someone he could share things with about how interesting the boy sat in front of him was.
He hadn't noticed at first, but after a particularly enthralling discussion about chess, they had leaned closer across the table to one another to the point where Caspian was nearly falling out of his chair. Edmund had an even nicer face up close, he noticed, all those freckles like constellations and hardly any blemishes. Caspian had been particularly acne-ridden when he was younger but had taken extreme measures to keep spot-free as he'd gotten older, Edmund it seemed didn't need these exhaustive treatments since his face was so naturally clear. There was his eyes too, brown and deep like his own but ultimately more playful. Although, there was a glint in them of something indefinable and a twitch about his lips which suggested something almost sad. Without noticing, his heart beat had increased and he found his cheeks reddening once more.

It seemed to café was almost empty when they finally decided to leave.
"We should do this again." Caspian said confidently.
"Yeah." Edmund nodded.
"Soon." Caspian added, taking another look at the creases of Edmund's smile and smiling himself when he saw Edmund's eyes glittering too.
Edmund, partly as a joke, nudged his arm. "Tomorrow then?" He laughed.
Caspian didn't laugh and shrugged simply. "Yep. Can you do three O'clock?"
"I don't see why not." Edmund shrugged. "I like to make the most of my weekend."
"Well. I'll see you tomorrow then." Caspian said, almost proudly.
"Tomorrow." Edmund nodded.