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Amber stood up. "I'm going to go talk to him," she said, walking over to his table. She tossed her coffee cup in the trash on the way there. Why are you doing this, this is a terrible idea, he's probably going to hate you, she thought. Amber ignored her own mind and walked up to the guy, standing in front of his table. "Can I sit here?" She asked.
Kaz looked up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. Oh. It was the girl that was looking at him earlier. "U-Um, yeah."
"Calm down, I don't bite," she said, sliding into the chair across from him. "I'm just kind of bored. This is my first time ever in this cafe, and I don't know anybody here."
"W-Well, um. I'm sort of a regular here. I like cafes. They're nice places to paint," he said quietly, afraid of saying something that would make the stranger dislike him more than he thought she already did
"Hmm…" she said, looking around for a moment. "I guess this could be a nice place to paint. I wouldn't know though, I've never touched a paintbrush in my life."
"Really? Never in like, kindergarten or something?" Kaz asked
"No. I missed a lot of school when I was young. Maybe I always ended up missing painting," she said, considering ordering another coffee.
Kaz chuckled a little. "I missed a lot of school too. Moving countries doesn't help your academics," he said, growing a little more comfortable
"Yeah. It sucked. I had to stay home for weeks at a time to help watch my brother."
"Having a sibling always seemed like it'd be nice," Kaz said, taking a sip of his coffee. "I stayed home a lot to take care of my mom. She's sorta handicapped, but I couldn't leave her for anything."
Amber nodded, looking down and fiddling with one of her bracelets. "Yeah… nice," she said quietly.
Kaz gulped, realizing he had probably said something wrong. He internally cursed, taking a sip of his coffee. "So, um. What's your name?"
She glanced up at him. "Oh. I'm Amber. What's yours?"
"Kaz." He made an attempt to stare at his coffee but his eyes were drawn to the tattoo on Amber's shoulder. It was so pretty, unlike his own
She saw Kaz staring at her shoulder tattoo and smiled. "Do you like it?" She asked, raising a hand up to touch it gently. "It just changed colors recently."
Kaz nodded. "It's really pretty. I've done a few like it before," he said, taking another sip of his coffee
Alex looked around, wondering if he should introduce himself to anyone. He decided against it, and forgetting he had a hot chocolate in his hand, stretched out and spilled the hot drink on himself in the process, "Ack!" he yelped.
"Thanks," she said. "What does yours look like?" She asked curiously.
Kaz panicked a little internally. "Um…" There was a crashing sound, and he breathed a mental sigh of relief. Thank god, an excuse not to talk about his tattoo. He hopped up, walking to the guy who had spilled his hot chocolate. "Need a hand?"
She jumped a bit at the sound, turning to see that somebody had spilled their hot chocolate. She considered standing up to help, but she was cold, and it seemed like Kaz had it covered.
Kaz went over to the counter, grabbing a handful of napkins to help clean the mess up. He cleaned up the spill as best as he could before throwing the napkins away
“Ah, thanks! I’m kinda a klutz,” Cye laughed nervously, “Sorry for the inconvenience.”
Kaz smiled at him. "It's ok, really. Happens to everyone."
“Alright, thanks, man!” Alex smiled, “So, what’s your name? I’m Alex,” he held out his hand for a handshake.
"Um. Kaz," he said, shaking Alex's hand