Did someone say cafe?

[pink_sheep]

Little story I went with some ideas from pagat and ms mod :3 thanks guys :D

let me know if you want more, I'm thinking it could be a good wee series :P

New Home, New friends.

A small shop sat in a quiet street, beside it was a main road busy as people drove to there work in the early monday morning sun that hung lazily over the sea, a car turned into the street and slowly drove up coming to a stop outside the shop the sign was plain and beginning to show its age "cafe" it anounced in big swirly letters trying to Impersonate a French cafe..

A man got out of the car carefuly straightening his green t shirt before picking up a box on the passanger seats, he stood and turned to look over the shop, he moved towards the door and brought out a pair of keys slotting one into the door and slowly opening it. He coughed loudly grabbing the box tighter so he wouldn't drop it "god it is old.. He wasn't lying!" He gasped

slowly looking around the empty shop, light streaming from the door showed the disturbed dust flying in the air, there was a thin layer of it on every surface, it was all wood, a old fashioned tea shop, mismatched chairs, rickety stools, a large fireplace and large oak panels that covers the walls, coffe makers sat in the corner behind a large beam supporting the roof.

Anything but a swish fancy french cafe.. the sign would have to go...

He carefully put the box on a table and moved towards the old cash register he came to a halt as he saw a large fish tank behind the counter and he chuckled quietly "looks like you have a home Wilson? Want t be a gard turtle?" He smiled and picked up the tank, it was bigger than the one he currently had, all it needed was some land but that was easyly fixed he walked to the cardboarded box and opened it revealing food, bedding and toys for Wilson and a smaller cardboard box he carefully opened to reveal a rather large tortoise "like it Wilson?" He asked quietly as Wilson blinked slowly becoming accustomed to the light snapping his mouth quickly "so do I" he chuckled placing the turtle back in the box carefully to begin the long process of cleaning...

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The shop is open? But I thought the owners moved? He wondered stopping at the Corner of the street awkwardly raising his hand to shade his eyes from the midday sun as he watched a blond haired guy he was unfamiliar with quickly carrying boxes to the shop from his car volkswagen beetle? He smiled nodding

Nice he leaned against the wall hand in his brown trenchcoat pocket the other scratching his head should I offer to help... I probably should.. I don't know him though.. He bit his lip nervously as his German Shepard gave a small whine pulling the lead towards the park nearby. Startled he nearly leaping off he wall as he saw the blond man looking over at the whining curiously.

He jumped and began to walk quickly over the road trying to act as normal as possible as the husky gave him a strange look "I was curious Wolfie..." He muttered quietly at the look, smiling as he turned his head concentrating on getting him to the park as quickly as possible.

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"Strange guy.. But that was a big dog" The blond 'guy' murmured maybe he lives around hear. He shrugged and resumed hauling the boxes into the now clean cafe. Wilson's tank was sitting in a small hole in the wall filled with water and some dirt and sand next to the window for sun and the counter so he could watch him, above it a panel that could be lifted from the wall showing a large hole cut into the wall above the tank so food, fish or Wilson could be taken or put in, it was perfect for Wilson who was now dragging a large lettuce leaf towards a sunny patch to begin eating.. He smiled and turned back to the large clump of wires he was detangling on one of the larger tables, he was concentrating on it he didn't notice someone had stood in the doorway

"Hey! You opening up hear?" A voice called for the entrance startling him he looked up to see a young dark haired man leaning on the doorway guitar case slung on his back over his white top and jeans combo. He was very tanned, from the guitar he guessed he must busk in the Main Street.. He looked at him carefully looking he recognised him.. But where? He was slightly shorter than himself he was well built too. He shrugged

"Eh.. Not now.. Probably not for a few days anyway" he admitted standing up from the chair "still need to install some computers and get my Internet running first" he waved a hand at the bunch of wires still in there black hole formation..

nodding from the doorwar and running his hand through his dark hair "Internet cafe?" He replied

"Pretty much"

"Awesome. I might pop by some time when you are open" he grinned moving back from the door looking up at the sign

He moved towards the door "What's your name?"

"John.. I prefer Bdubs " he saw the strange look the got "it's a nickname, gamer... y'know"

"Guude.. Same thing" he chuckled watching as he looked closely at the sign hanging on the shop "don't know any sign makers do you?" He sighed as Bdubs shook is head

"Give me a call if you do find one. I'm a contractor I could put it up for you, and a old shop like that is bound to have some rough edges"

Guude nodded "a few, I will keep that in mind though, thank you " he smiled as Bdubs grinned back turning and making his way across the quiet road, Guude leaned on the door frame and noticed the giant white German Shepard with his lanky owner again at the end of the street.. was he talking to the dog...? Guude wondered slightly confused shaking his head he closed the door and continoued with the mundane task of sorting the wires, they had to be done, his new computers arrived tomorrow and they would take some time to set up.

"'Suppose it isn't as bad as I thought it would be huh Wilson?" He asked laughing quietly as he managed it free a cable from the many others, slowly working his way through them they were eventually all free and set in groups of use, he got up slowly from the chair stiff and walked it the door closing and locking it, he gave Wilson a last feed turning on a small heat lamp he had bought months ago before making his way to the upstairs bedroom he now owned "one friend in one day, not bad" he sighed string it the window at the dark street that was now home.