All translations will be at the end. Also this story is set in the USA but I use British spellings. Speech though, is in American English.

The most visited place on campus by far was 'Vanilje Rettferdighet', it means 'Vanilla Justice' in Norwegian; but no one at the predominately English speaking college really knew that little fact.

It wasn't strictly on campus but it may have well been. 'Vanilje Rettferdighet' was the small internet café that sat directly across the street from the 'Silver Leaf College' which, unsurprisingly, had the 'Silver Leaf' River, of which the town was named after, running straight through it. It opened at seven in the morning and shut sixteen hours later, an hour after the last classes at the college finished.

The café itself was only about five metres wide and a little over double that in length, made even smaller by the counter that sat by the door, but despite that it managed to fit half of the students inside it at any one time. The size became so much of a problem that, for three gruelling months, the owners had to have a basement larger than the ground floor dug out to make more space. Needless to say, business was always booming and that was seen as a good thing. At least to most people.

There was one person who practically despised the thriving nature of the small family run business and the stuffy atmosphere that others would call cosy. This one person was Lukas Bondevik.

Lukas himself was a student at the college, majoring in law, and happened to be the elder son of the humble couple who owned the place. The café had been open since before he was born, leading him to be raised since birth in the building and back then it wasn't nearly so busy. But over the years it had continued to grow and grow in popularity until it became the business it was today. Lukas really didn't like this. So as he leant against the counter, becoming increasingly agitated with his current customer as the young woman kept changing her mind and couldn't decide between hot chocolate or mocha, he wondered when his world had gone to shit.

"No, no, I'm going to have to hot chocolate. Definitely. No changing your mind any more Brittany."

Lukas sighed and straightened up, positioning himself in front of the cash register. "And what size is that?" he droned, not trying to sound even the least bit interested.

"Oooh… I think I'll go with regular… wait no, um, oh I don't know… well maybe a large… but they're a little expensive…" she began mumbling to herself again making Lukas, and the rest of the line, groan. "Yes, I think I'll just go with a regular."

"Okay, would you like cream with that?"

"No thank you," she replied quickly. The guy stood behind her cheered as she finally made her mind up and the others behind him sighed in relief.

Lukas quickly punched the incredibly simple order into the cash register. "That will be four fifty please." She handed him a five dollar bill. "Thank you," he stuffed the bill in the draw and pulled out the change. "If you would please wait to the side your order will be right with you." The young woman did as she was told and he turned around to make up the order, allowing his co-worker to take the next customer. This was a daily occurrence for Lukas and it annoyed him to all ends but he couldn't do much about it. He was too faithful to his family.

There was one thing he still liked about his café, and it was actually a recent addition. His younger brother studied IT and specialised in programming, so as a side project he came up with a chat room for the students who attended the café. Everyone gets to choose a loosely anagrammed username based on their school profile such as subjects, nationality and extracurricular activities; to ensure that all users were anonymous. It was known as the SVR by students, short for 'The Studenter Vanilje Rettferdighet', but it was really called '_Chatterom_Vanilje_Rettferdighet _Ekstra_Kreditt'.

On SVR, Lukas could talk to anyone without being connected directly to the college hotspot. He was known as 'WornAcesOfAngels'. His brother named the as he needed a prototype and he still hadn't quite finished high school, but Lukas didn't mind, people seemed to like it and it made him sound more important than he really was.

As he finally managed to escape for a break, Lukas ran two flights of stairs to his own bedroom and pulled out his laptop, quickly booting it up and pulling up the chat site. There were a few chat heads up of people he had spoken with before, a few of which he knew the real identity of, like one of his best friends and a few of his classmates. As expected, there were a lot of people logged on, sharing gossip about the other students and teachers or talking about their favourite celebrities and musicians on large, open chatrooms.

Lukas usually opted to stay away from those things. Large chatrooms were more often than not annoying and had annoying people in them who talked about annoying topics. But if you were lucky enough someone else would just want to chat. So he opened himself to conversations and waited.

Soon his computer sounded with a notification, alerting him that someone had sent him something. They had the username 'SonicOwlsUnited' which despite being stupid, was relatively normal. Anagrams could be very annoying. All they had said was:

SonicOwlsUnited: hi.

It was a common greeting and on a chat site for young adults only a few years out of high school it was expected.

WornAcesOfAngels: Hi

Lukas replied, meeting common speak with common speak. He knew this was going to be awkward, starting conversations always was, if you didn't know the person it was hard to find a topic.

SonicOwlsUnited: Cool name

WornAcesOfAngels: Thanks

SonicOwlsUnited: U lucked out

WornAcesOfAngels: I know

Lukas looked over to his alarm clock, he still had ten minutes.

SonicOwlsUnited: What do u normaly order?

WornAcesOfAngels: I don't have a regular. I'll order just about anything.

He paused for a second, groaning at the memory from earlier.

WornAcesOfAngels: But I might throw up if someone tries to give me a hot chocolate.

Lukas suddenly realised that he was actually thirsty and left whoever was on the other side of his computer to grab a glass of water. As he wondered downstairs into the kitchen he saw his brother arriving home from school. "Hey."

Lukas grunted in response, making his way over to the sink. "How was school?" he asked disinterestedly, already knowing the answer.

"Fine." The two didn't speak to each other as Lukas got his drink, not feeling the need to speak to the other. But as Lukas turned to leave the room he was stopped. "Err, Luke…" He turned around to look at the other. "Could you sign something for me?"

Lukas shrugged and made his way to stand next to the shorter boy. "What is it?"

"Um… well…" he didn't look all too innocent. Lukas raised an eyebrow as a yellow piece of paper was shoved under his nose.

"Come on, Emil," he sighed exasperatedly. "Why do you do this to yourself?" he asked while pulling a pen from his apron and quickly scribbling his signature onto it.

Emil looked at him indignantly and snatched his slip back. "It wasn't my fault, Li pushed me in the river so I was late."

"Again?"

Like the teenager he was, Emil glared at his brother, thoroughly annoyed. "Gå til helvete, it's none of your business. Maybe you wouldn't be such an asshole if you met someone."

"I don't need to, I'm fine as I am and I don't have time anyway," Lukas argued, grabbing his water and going back to his room. "And I don't give a rats tooth about your love life or lack of and you shouldn't mine." Sometimes his younger brother really pissed Lukas off, he often mourned the loss of the adorable little boy he once was.

As he collapsed back onto his bed he saw that he had another reply.

SonicOwlsUnited: U were in that line 2! Gd that girl was anoyng! I flt bad 4 the barista.

Whoever this was had been in the line when he suffered through that.

WornAcesOfAngels: Yeah, must've been annoying having to serve that girl.

SonicOwlsUnited: Definitely. Its a wonder hw there r ppl like that in this world.

WornAcesOfAngels: You can say that again.

Lukas didn't mind whoever this was; they seemed to have a sound head on their shoulders. He took another sip from his glass as a voice sounded down the hall. "MUM SAYS TO GET BACK TO WORK!" Emil yelled, not bothering to climb the stairs.

WornAcesOfAngels: G2G, bye.

And with that he closed the computer and slipped out of his room and back into the ground floor of hell.

-=={~~}==-

"Do we have to go in there," Lukas asked, looking up at his home.

"Yes, Lulu, we do. I need to get something from Rumen and then we can get out again," one of Lukas' best friends, Vladimir Popescu, replied, patting him on the shoulder.

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Yes, but whenever you open your mouth you're there for a solid hour," he complained, still being dragged towards the busy café.

"He isn't wrong, Vlad," Arthur Kirkland, Lukas' other best friend pointed out, walking calmly alongside the two. "You don't have what one might call an off button."

Vlad just waved his hand in dismissal. "You love it," he insisted, pushing the door open to the café, a wave of warm air flowing over the two and the loud chatter instantly filling their ears.

The main floor of the café had a wooden floor and white walls, one of which was wooden panels instead, a staircase leading down at the back of the room. Along the left wall ran a bar with about fifteen stools along it, electrical outlets dotted along the wall. Numerous other tables were spread about and circled by stools and small sofas. Nearly every single seat was taken and arriving guests would have to sit downstairs where free seats were probably few in number.

Vlad let go of Lukas' arm and ran over to a guy with black hair sat at the bar on a laptop, apparently writing an essay. "So what now? We have half an hour to blow," Lukas asked Arthur who was looking around the room.

"We could just grab a drink and wait it out," he suggested.

Lukas shrugged. "Sure, go get a seat downstairs. Tea right?"

"Yeah, thanks."

The two separated then, Lukas making a beeline for the counter and slipping behind it, happy to make use of his privileges as the owners' son.

"Hey Tino, work okay?" he asked the barista on duty. He was a relatively small but cute guy with blonde hair and an overly friendly aura.

"Oh, hiya Lukas. Yeah, it's been okay. No one's criticised me on my maths as of yet," he said cheerfully, making up an order. "But I thought you stayed away from this place in your free time?"

Lukas shook his head and poured the tea into a cup. "Vlad dragged me in." Tino nodded in instant understanding, turning a blender on. Their ears were filled with its violent screaming, conversation being cut off entirely, allowing Lukas to focus on making his coffee and Arthur's tea. He set them both on a tray and made his way back out into the main floor, waving at Tino before heading downstairs.

The basement of the café was less crowded but not by much. In similar fashion the floor and walls were the same and an identical bar ran along the same wall. The main difference was the lack of dining tables as the basement was filled with loveseats and coffee tables instead. The atmosphere was more relaxed and less busy with a larger opportunity for use of the internet due to the connection being stronger and a lot more power sockets.

He spotted Arthur sat halfway into the room, looking through his phone, patiently waiting for his friend to come back. Lukas made his way over and set the tray down. "Ta. Having you as friend is really useful sometimes."

Lukas nodded and chuckled quietly. "Sometimes?" he looked at the other, eyebrows raised. He quickly dropped it though. "But yeah, free drinks are a perk," he agreed, picking up his mug and raising the bitter drink to his lips, slumping his shoulders as the hot liquid sild down his throat.

The two had a quiet chat, enjoying their drinks and trying to sound out the hubbub around them. At some point Lukas had pulled out his phone and loaded up SVR. A few people he had spoken to previously tried to pick up conversation and then had to run off. Lukas then got a message from that guy he'd spoken to a few days ago: 'SonicOwlsUnited'.

SonicOwlsUnited: Hi again!

Lukas looked at the message for a few seconds before sending a reply.

WornAcesOfAngels: Hello.

SonicOwlsUnited: How ave u been?

WornAcesOfAngels: Fine. You?

SonicOwlsUnited: Yeah, I ben grat. I got bet up ystrday bt I was askin 4 it.

"Who are you talking to?" Arthur asked, leaning over and looking at Lukas' phone.

Lukas shrugged. "Don't know. I started talking to them the other day."

Arthur read the last message and laughed lightly. "Well they seem a bit reckless, don't they? And their grammar is bloody awful."

"Stop reading my phone. Read your book or something," Lukas complained, gently pushing Arthur away. He then replied:

WornAcesOfAngels: How so?

SonicOwlsUnited: just pissed of my best bud. He ws on edge n I sed smthn mean bout is BF.

That sort of took Lukas aback. It was unusual for someone to be so open and modest. Then again, people can surprise you.

SonicOwlsUnited: did u c tht guy whoo just tok drnks earlier? That was weird, no 1 realy card

Lukas never really thought about what other people thought when he did that. He didn't do it often, he avoided this place like the plague when he could, except when he was in his room. Honestly, he did feel pretty good when he turned a few heads while doing it and the grumbles coming from people at the back of the queue were always worth it. But weird? Is someone so stupid as to not understand what it meant?

SonicOwlsUnited: It wud be cool 2 do that wouldnt it?

WornAcesOfAngels: Yeah, I guess. I think he's the owners' son.

SonicOwlsUnited: Tht wsnt Emil. That was sm othr guy.

SonicOwlsUnited: Oh rite, Emmy has n older bro.

This person knew his brother? That was an interesting piece of information. Then again, anyone who used SVR had to know who he was, he invented it after all. But this person knew him through a nickname and about his personal life… Gah Emil could know who he wanted to know.

WornAcesOfAngels: Yeah, I know.

"Guys!" came the cheerful voice of Vlad bounding over to them. "I'm done. Sorry I took longer than expected. Let's go."

WornAcesOfAngels: Sorry, g2g.

SonicOwlsUnited: ttyl ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

-=={~~}==-

Somehow over the course of the next month, Lukas found himself speaking more and more with 'SonicOwlsUnited' as stupid as their name was. They suited their name, they were an idiot, but Lukas found them strangely enjoyable to talk to. When he could actually understand what's been written they could be relatively entertaining and they had a bubbliness to them that could lift anyone's spirits. More often than not Lukas would hide in his room when talking to 'SonicOwlsUnited' so he wouldn't be caught slacking on the job and it keeps him anonymous, the person on the other side of the screen would have no clues as to who he was and it would be the same vice-versa.

So as he would, he was lying on his bed, law textbook open next to him and his laptop sat in front of him as he tried get a paper finished, a conversation on the go at the same time. 'SonicOwlsUnited' was trying to get some work done for a project, having made it very clear that they were a slacker, putting enjoyment as their main priority, and the others they were working with had demanded they get something done.

SonicOwlsUnited: I stopd a wile ago tho. I hvent made anytin 4 ags, I work mor w/ metal now.

WornAcesOfAngels: Metalwork?

SonicOwlsUnited: Yea

WornAcesOfAngels: That's cool.

SonicOwlsUnited: What bout u?

WornAcesOfAngels: ?

SonicOwlsUnited: Hobbies

WornAcesOfAngels: I play chess a lot, and I bake sometimes.

SonicOwlsUnited: Awesme, if I cud I'd tast sumthn u make

SonicOwlsUnited: Oh, brb. Frend wnts sumthn

Seeing that, Lukas turned back to his text file and began paying closer attention to his text book. At least that was until Emil, who was on a shift, called up to him from down the stairs.

"LUKAS!"

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet, yelling back, "WHAT!?"

"I NEED SOME HELP, CAN YOU GET DAD'S TOOLBOX!"

Grumbling about the inability customers have to avoid breaking other people's property, Lukas made his way into the maintenance cupboard and agitatedly trudged down the stairs onto the main floor of the café.

Looking around he quickly spotted the mop of heavily bleached and dyed hair belonging to his brother by the end of the bar, next to the staircase. Taking a deep breath, he began to force his way through the crowded room. When he eventually made his way over, he had to squeeze through a gap between two chairs that was so small, when he got out of it he managed to hurl himself down the stairs. But as he was about to fall, bracing himself for impact, he was caught by the collar and left staring down the very steep steps.

Abruptly he was yanked back, stumbling into balance. Trying to maintain some of his dignity, he straightened up and brushed off some imaginary dust.

"God I hate this place," he growled, throwing the toolbox roughly onto the bar. He looked up then, noticing who had actually saved him from a possible trip to the hospital. It was a tall guy with completely messed up blonde hair that stuck out in all directions and sloping blue eyes that were looking down at him curiously.

Lukas straightened out his t-shirt and crossed his arms. "Um… thank you," he reluctantly thanked the guy, promptly looking over to his brother. "And thank you for nearly getting me killed!" he accused, jabbing his finger in Emil's face.

"It's not my fault you tripped up next to a staircase!"

"If you weren't lazy and just got the stupid box yourself I would still be upstairs doing my law paper!"

"No, you'll just be talking to your imaginary boyfriend," Emil mocked, wrinkling up his nose and poking Lukas in the chest.

"No better than you and that kukskalle you call a boyfriend who keeps messing up your life."

"Oh, bare gå og pul deg selv. At least I know what Li looks like."

"Skruen som, du drittsekk!" Lukas was getting incredibly pissed off, yelling in the cafe was something he would never normally be caught doing and something that everyone there was obviously very alienated to, with just about every head turned their way.

The guy who had earlier saved Lukas was also looking really awkward and for some unknown reason decided to intervene. He again pulled on Lukas' collar, also pushing Emil in the opposite direction, simply separating the two. "Why not, instead of yelling, we just avoid each other?" he calmly asked, looking to both of the brothers pleadingly.

Lukas rolled his eyes backed off, holding his hands up in a surrender. "Whatever. Just don't expect any dinner tonight."

Emil immediately went slightly pale and watched in dread as Lukas turned around and stomped back up to the house.

Once back in his room Lukas slammed the door, shaking the walls, and flopped back onto his bed, staring at the computer with the long, boring, incomplete essay with a thousand words left to go. He changed back to the other, checking whether 'SonicOwlsUnited' had finished attending to his friend, though they had probably been too occupied by the little scene he had created.

Sadly, there was no such luck, and 'SonicOwlsUnited' was still gone. Sighing miserably, he looked at the clock, willing it to go faster so he could preoccupy himself with classes instead. There was still a good half hour left and the class was just across the road so he was left waiting.

The time passed far too slowly and unfortunately, 'SonicOwlsUnited' didn't return, so he just signed off and left.

-=={~~}==-

"Don't you want to know who they are?" Vlad asked, pulling on Lukas' arm. "I would. I mean you've been talking for ages. And it's not fair on the other person that you always hole yourself up in here," he whined, proceeding to hit Lukas playfully with a pillow.

Earlier Vlad had come into the café with intentions to study with another friend who ended up ditching him and insisted on studying with Lukas instead of going back to his apartment. Naturally all hopes of getting any studying done were gone after Vlad said 'hi', so they had gone on a complete tangent after Lukas pulled out his laptop. "Emil made it anonymous for a reason."

"Which was?"

"That I'm not one for talking."

That was when a notification went off on his computer as 'SonicOwlsUnited' messaged him. "Ah, get in. Go on, go on!" he began cheering excitedly. "Talk to them!"

"Alright, alright. Roe puppene."

WornAcesOfAngels: Hey

SonicOwlsUnited: u disapard the othher day. Wat hapned?

"Artie wasn't wrong when he said this guy's spelling is god awful," Vlad said, laughing.

"Oh shut up Vlad."

WornAcesOfAngels: I had to get to a class

SonicOwlsUnited: Oh, col. Sry I ws gone. I neded to fx sumthn. It took a lng tme

WornAcesOfAngels: okay

"Well this is riveting."

Lukas closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "What do you expect? Intense drama?"

SonicOwlsUnited: Did u c teh thng that hapned then? Tht was ntnse!

WornAcesOfAngels: Oh, don't remind me. That was awkward.

SonicOwlsUnited: 4 bros those 2 sem to hhet each othr.

"Was that when you nearly died?" Lukas looked over to Vlad, incredibly unamused. "Sorry, but that's what I was told. Everyone was talking about it and apparently you nearly fell down the stairs."

"Yes, I nearly fell down the stairs. That's nice."

"Didn't that Mathias guy catch you?"

Lukas blinked a couple of times. The name was completely foreign to him. "Who?"

"You know, the Danish guy on the local soccer and swim teams. He majors in education."

Lukas continued to stare at his friend. "Yeah, I still don't know who that is."

"His best friend is Tino's boyfriend."

"Berwald?" he asked perplexed.

"Yeah, they're roommates."

"Heh…" Lukas slumped back in his couch. "I didn't know he had one. Wait why do you know that?"

Vlad shrugged. "I gossip."

Lukas looked back to the screen, finding a new message waiting for him.

SonicOwlsUnited: do u ave any sibs?

WornAcesOfAngels: Just a brother

Vlad had become bored and wasn't paying attention anymore, instead fiddling with his phone. Lukas looked up at him and sighed, reaching for the television remotes and throwing them at his friend. "I recorded some reruns of Doctor Who." Immediately he perked up and began jabbing at the buttons, jolting the television to life. Lukas just turned back to the computer.

SonicOwlsUnited: Lcky,I'm a only chld. Always wontd a little bro or sis

WornAcesOfAngels: No you don't. My younger brother is an idiot and I hate him

SonicOwlsUnited: Thts sad. U shud b nicr 2 him.

WornAcesOfAngels: No, he's so annoying. I swear he does everything in his power to make me suffer

SonicOwlsUnited: he has 2 hve dun sunthin nce 4 u

Lukas looked at that for a minute. 'SonicOwlsUnited' was right in retrospect. The only reason SVR was even put into use was to help Lukas make friends and he would take on a lot of Lukas' shifts when he got weighed down with work in despite of his own upcoming exams.

WornAcesOfAngels: Yeah, I guess you're right

SonicOwlsUnited: I always am ;)

WornAcesOfAngels: Shut up

Lukas could then hear footsteps from outside the door and soon enough it opened, revealing Emil stood in the doorway. "Hey guys," he said unenthusiastically, throwing his coat on the sofa next to Lukas' head. "How was college?"

"Fine, nothing exciting."

"Just like normal." Emil stretched before heading to his room down the hall and out of sight. Lukas looked back to the chat log and hit himself in the head for thinking of that, and then again for deciding to go through with it.

A minute later Emil re-emerged from his room. "Hey, Emil," Lukas called, slinging his elbow over the back of the couch. His brother stopped and looked at him expectantly. "Err, thanks."

A very confused expression spread across Emil's face. "What?"

"I said thank you," Lukas repeated reluctantly, furrowing his brow in embarrassment and his pale skin turning slightly pink.

"What on earth for?"

"Well, you know…" he stuttered, looking back at his computer. "For being my brother and stuff."

Emil stared at him for a while quizzically. "Is this because of your boyfriend or something?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Yeah it is," Vlad interrupted, not taking his eyes off of David Tennant. Feeling betrayed, Lukas kicked him harshly. "Ow!"

Emil just laughed, and made his way to stand behind his brother to look at his computer screen. "Yep, I knew it." Lukas just pulled the lid down so that he couldn't see it. "Your gratitude is still accepted though," he said pushing Lukas' head and walking off. "I love you too."

SonicOwlsUnited: You still there?

Lukas grimaced and typed out a reply.

WornAcesOfAngels: Yep, and now I hate both my brother and my friend. They both have betrayed my trust

SonicOwlsUnited: Haha, nice

-=={~~}==-

The café was especially busy. There were so many people inside that even the basement was packed and they had had to bring in more seating. People were being encouraged not to stay by giving a large discount if you ordered to go.

And naturally, considering Lukas' good luck, he had the rush hour shift. He couldn't count the number of customers he had served but he was sure it was over a hundred in the last hour.

He handed a girl her latte and took over the till. "Velkommen til Vanilje Rettferdighet, How can I help you?"

"Bare en sort kaffe," the guy replied, leaning on the counter.

Lukas was completely thrown off balance, not expecting a response like that. He looked at the guy and recognised him as the one who saved him from a tumble down to the hospital. He opened his mouth a few times like a fish struggling for air before manging to spit something out. "That's black right?"

"Uh huh," he affirmed, flashing Lukas a grin that could easily blind a man.

Lukas turned to the register uneasily. "What do you want?" he asked, agitated by the way he was staring at him.

"Just a coffee," he said innocently.

"If that's all could you stop staring at me? It's creepy."

The guy held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry. Whatever."

After entering the order into the till he turned back to the guy. "Is that to go? It's half off if you do."

"I'm good, I already have a seat."

Lukas nodded. "That'll be two eighty-five then." He took the other's money and stuffed it in the register, picking out the change and receipt and handing it to the customer. "I'll get that for you."

That was when Tino, who also happened to be on shift appeared behind him. "Hi Mathias!" he greeted cheerfully, waving. Lukas grumpily ducked out from under Tino's arm and made to get the order ready. "I haven't seen you in ages. How are you!?"

"Yeah, good. What about you and Ber?"

"Oh it's been great. He's awesome to have around. I felt a bit bad though, you two have known each other forever!"

"Don't beat yourself up about it, it's cool living alone. There's no one constantly touching my stuff anymore and I don't have to be so quiet in the evening. Though it's a little annoying having to pay all of the bills on my own."

"Tino," Lukas growled. "It's busy."

Tino, who seemed to have forgotten that he was on time, snapped back to reality and chuckled abashedly. "Sorry, Lukas, back on it. I'll talk to you later, Mathias." And with that he returned to the waiting customer, who was looking thoroughly annoyed. Even though he had it coming to him, Lukas couldn't help but feel a little bad for Tino as he heard the harsh tone of his customer. You wouldn't wish a difficult customer on your worst enemy.

Lukas picked up the mug and placed it gently on the counter in front of Mathias. "Enjoy," he said, unemotionally, waiting for the other to take the mug.

"Your Lukas Bondevik right?" he asked leaning over the countertop.

Lukas looked back at him, screwing his nose up slightly. "What's it to you?"

He smiled and picked up the mug. "Well I did save you from the big bad staircase," he smirked, seeming to enjoy the way it made Lukas snarl. "And if you are it's strange that I've been friends with your brother for so long without actually ever meeting you."

"Urgh," Lukas groaned, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, so what? That's me. Happy?"

"I'm Mathias Køhler, nice to meet you!" he said, ignoring his blatant bitterness.

"Whatever. Go drink your bean water."

Mathias just grinned as bright as the sun again. "See you around!" He waved as he walked off towards the bar, leaving Lukas to serve another customer.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I hope this to be a three shot and I hope to get the following parts out soon!

Translations in order or appearence:

- Go to hell

- Dickhead

- Just go fuck yourself

- Screw that, bastard

- Calm your tits

- Just a black coffee

Yes I know that most of them are swears. That's the point

Let me know what you thought! And if the translations are awful, please someone tell me and I'll get them fixed. Thanks!