This could be love [[JULIET]]

[neil gabriel ashford]

Neil stepped in from the autumn chill, closing the door behind him. La Vie de France was a French coffee shop that both he and Juliet went to, often times together. They decided to meet here this morning for sort of breakfast. Neil took a seat in a booth and took off his black coat. It was cold outside, but in here, the heater was on. Underneath his coat, he was wearing a white button-down unbuttoned over a navy blue tee, faded jeans, and white sneakers with navy blue stripes.

When a waitress approached him asking if he was ready, he just shook his head. Sure he knew what he wanted already, but he wanted to wait for Juliet. After all, it wasn't fair if she arrived and he was already eating. Bored, he picked up the menu anyway, and scanned it for any sign of change. His usual, which is what he craved today, was still there; it was a chocolate crossaint with a cup of mixed fruit and an Espresso con Panna (a shot of espresso with a shot of caramel syrup and whipped cream). He had a sweet tooth, and based on the food he liked, it was obvious.

Putting down the regular menu, he picked up the specials menu. There was a new type of crepe with apple pie filling, some pastry with almonds scattered on top, fresh bread with some herbs embedded in the crust, and the seasonal pumpkin spice latte.

[juliet katherine weston.]

Juliet stepped out of her Volkswagen Jetta, grinning. She was finally getting to see Neil and actually talk, after days and days. Even though they were in the same year, they didn't see each other much - different departments ensured that. They said hi to each other in the halls, sure, but they hadn't had a chance to really meet up for awhile. But now, at ten thirty on a Saturday morning, they were going to have a nice, long breakfast. She grinned to herself at the thought of seeing Neil again and locked the car by pressing a button on her key, carefully stepping up onto the curb. Juliet would trip over any given thing - pebble, twig, her own feet. She could barely walk across any flat, stable surface without finding something to trip on and fall over. But she made it to the coffee shop door safely, pushing the door open and walking into the warm shop. The smell of good coffee and croissants wafted into her nose, and she inhaled the aroma, smiling.

She scanned the place for Neil and found him sitting alone at a table. Her smile widened at the sight of his perfect face, and she walked, almost skipped, towards him, tripping on the way. She caught herself just in time by placing her hand on a table, then ran her hand through her hair and shook her head, arriving at the table. Hey! she greeted him, sitting down across from Neil and slinging her peacoat across the back of the chair.

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status; done
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notes; sorry this took so long. and that it sucks >.<

[neil gabriel ashford]

Neil smiled as he looked up to see Juliet, tripping and catching herself just in time. She sat down. "Hey." he replied to her. "Haven't seen you in a while." he said, not really sure where to start the conversation. "But you still trip over your own feet. Nice to see some things never change." he added with a chuckle. Yes she was clumsy, but to be honest, he found that part of her more cute than weird. It was kind of funny how they had grown so close, that they had learned to embrace each quality of the other person, flaws and all.

"So, how've you been?" he asked her. Being in different departments, he hadn't had much time to talk with her lately. Plus, fourth year was the year before your last, so the teachers seemed to have unanimously decided to give the fourth years the heaviest load of work. It was nice that despite that, they still were able to set enough time aside for each other in doing small things like this. Watch a movie one weekend, eat breakfast at the cafe the next ... Neil knew that there were many relationships that were ripped apart by the busy schedules of the people involved, and he was grateful that his wasn't going to end up like that.