I sat at the table next to the window. My favourite seat. I liked to watch the people walk past me.
But today the rain was hammering against the window, and the steam for all the tea misted the window.
I hated warm drinks.
The waitress gave me a strange look as I asked for a large coke with ice.
"Wouldn't you like something warmer?" She had asked.
"No," I laughed, like she was stupid.
The café was getting busier. People were coming in, escaping the rain, and warming up over a hot tea.
I came here every Tuesday. But today was Thursday. My birthday. I was 21
Mum and dad had booked a holiday for three weeks, forgetting it was my birthday. They left yesterday.
Not that it bothered me much. I was used to being on my own.
Well, I wasn't exactly on my own. I had Mable, the family maid.
She baked me a cake this smiled, as she brought it out. It was a double chocolate, with cream. It was still warm in the middle, and the chocolate sauce melted all over my mouth.
It was delicious.
The café was crammed full. I doubt another person could have come in. My table was the only one with an empty seat.
I watched as a man, about early twenties come in. He was brown, messy hair, and was quite tall. He ordered a tea, and began searching for a seat.
He headed over in my direction.
"Is anybody sitting there?" He asked.
Normally I would have said yes, but there was something about this man, an aura about him, that seemed to captivate me.
"No," I muttered, and pretended to be interested in something on the other side of the window. He watched me for a few seconds, sipping his tea, before he stuck out his hand.
"I'm Clive," He said. I shook his hand. He had a firm grip, and it was slightly covered in oil, as if he had been building something.
"Amy," I said, smiling at him. He nodded towards my coke.
"Not something I would pick on a day like this," He grinned.
"I don't like warm drinks," I said, shrugging. He raised his eyebrow slightly, but said no more. I looked at a few of the people in the café. The noises buzzed around in my ears.
"Want some tea?"
"What will it be then?"
"I really need to pee!"
I blinked suddenly, and noticed Clive was tugging at my arm.
"Look at them,"
I looked over to where he was pointing. A top-hatted man, a brunette and a boy in blue sat at a table. I listened to them talk.
"Luke, what do you want?" The top-hatted man asked.
"One of everything!" The boy in blue cried.
"Seriously, Luke, you order one of everything!" The brunette shook her head in disbelief.
I looked back at Clive.
"Yeah, what about them?"
"Know who they are?" He asked. I paused.
"Yeah, that's Professor Layton and Luke….I don't know who the girl is though," I said, frowning.
"That's Flora," Clive told me.
"I remember reading about them once in a newspaper," I said.
Clive just laughed, and shook his head.
"I have met Layton once," He told me.
"Really? When?" I asked.
"When I was about 13," He said.
"So how old are you now?" I asked without thinking.
He nodded, laughing.
"But I still keep my youthful appearance,"
"Anyway, tell about when you met him,"
"Well, there was an explosion in a lab 10 years ago,"
My stomach twisted. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I zoned out, ignoring him.
"Amy…are you listening?" He asked, looking worried.
"I..I know that explosion," I whispered.
"Really...tell me about it,"
I shook my head,
"I'd rather not say,"
"So, tell me, Clive, about you're encounter with the Professor,"
He told me his sad story. We sat and talked for what seemed like hours. Until the café was about to close. When the Professor, Luke and Flora had left.
"Can I see you again?" Clive asked.
"When?" I said, blushing. He ran his hand through his hair. I nearly fainted. Was I falling in love? No, I had just met this man. Surely not!
"This time next week," He said, smiling.
"See you then," He left the café. I swung my bag over my shoulder and whispered to myself.
"It's a date."