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Coffee Shop AU for Daan and Elise so that they can find some peace outside of the canon. Work.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
For my fandom spouse.
Please enjoy this fanfic with a hot beverage of your choice. I'm personally drinking Spring Blossom from Republic of Tea.
Highly recommend the “Hopeless Romantic” playlist on Spotify. It has Fur Elise – reimagined by Alexander Joseph and it’s just chief kiss
No trigger warns, just fluff and hints of angst. I mean if you’re a Mormon you might get triggered by the coffee but if you're a Mormon I don't know why you're reading a Fear and Hunger fan fiction
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The coffee shop stood at the corner of Miro Ave and Orange Street. The warm lights glowing against the night’s own darkness. Welcoming to those souls that must be up with the moon and sleep against the sun. A proper coffee shop for those nocturnal beings with every caffeinated beverage one could dream of.
Windows surrounded the two front corners giving the occupants plenty of places to daydream their novel idea. There was of course the stander couches for gossiping and tables for working. A long bar, like in a diner, for customers to wait at to watch their drinks being prepared.
Behind the long bar stood a dapper man polishing a lavender color coffee mug. The dish washer in the back had left water stains on them. As the good employee was he was, Daan was taking a rag to each of the cuts and buffy the spots out. After the cups met his standers he would place them on the glass shelves behind him.
It was one of the many ways he would prep for the morning rush. Next he would get make sure the coffee, creamer, and such where stocked. Daan had already cleaned the bathrooms and honestly they wouldn't need it until someone other than him would use it.
Most of his shift was just doing small tasks as not to fall asleep. Not that he didn't have any customers at night. This was a college town after all. There was always some rich kid that could afford over the top lattes at midnight to help fuel their mad rush to finish the midterm paper. Basically their parents where paying even if they didn't know.
They where spoiled but still better than the last job. He preferred them sober and not drunk. Even when they came in drunk on the weekends nights still better than the bar. Anything was better than that job.
He glared at the carafe that had an hour old coffee in it. His eye twitched at the memory. The damn cop with his man titties out had come in ordered a small black coffee. This normally wouldn't be a problem but there was no fresh coffee. Most night shift works would just sign and order a something with a expresso. It has less caffeine but it beats waiting when needed that rush. Not this asshole, he demanded a whole new pot be made. The guy didn't even pay like most police officers do. Daan did get some satisfaction because he made the coffee decaffeinated.
He was ranting in his head all over again and he didn't want to spend his night this way. Daan had to do a job and not oppressed minorities like some other people he could name. Besides its not like he would see the cop ever again as they didn't have donuts. Pigs love their donuts.
Daan knew that there was no one else coming in tonight for decaf coffee. Might as well dump it down the sink. There was no point in having it out. Afterwards he could have a smoke break outside. But he never had the chance.
The bell at the front door went off, a customer. Well shit the cigarette would have too wait.
“Welcome in…” He had to stop. She made him lose the ability to speak. He was shot by cupid's arrow.
She stood there in the doorway, a haunting beauty to her. Long black hair cascaded down to her waist in waves. Maroon lips gave the impression that she was a vampire out of a gothic romance novel. The slit in her black dress revealed legs that seemed to go on forever. Daan could have mistaken her for a personification of the night with the ethereal vibes from her.
When she spoke it was husky. Regardless of the space between them it felt like her lips were right next to Daan's own ears. “Do you have time for some company?”
Daan dropped the rag in his hand. He did notice that he dropped it but didn't want to look even more foolish before this goddess by picking it up. So he just kicked it away from him.
“Of course, how could anyone not make time for you?” He hoped it was a seductive voice but somehow he doubted it. She was making him nervous in the best way possible.
She laughed and took a seat at the bar. Her elbows on the pale cold counter. Resting her head on her hand she gazed up at him under thick curled lashes. A smile playing on her lips.
“Oh my, what excellent customer serves.” The looks she had was that of amusement.
“I try.” Daan loosen the ribbon around his neck. When had it become so hot in here? It was cold autumn night and he was boiling.
“You are perfect at it.” They held each other’s looks for so long they could have been sculptures of people falling in love.
Daan was loosing himself in her brown eyes. He studied every line in them. The darker circle. How they started to get lighter towards the center before turning black. He could have stand here forever, lost in the most wonderful way.
“Aren't you suppose to you ask what I would like?” The trance was broken, for now.
“Oh right!” Daan snapped back to reality. He felt a little blush on his cheek.
Going for the glass mugs, he thought he'd show off a little. Taking one of the mugs he flipped it up into the air. It take gave a couple of extra flips into the air before coming back down into the palm of his hand.
“What can I get for you?” He spun the handle around his finger.
The mysterious woman gave a round of applause as Daan gave a little bow.
“Tricks from a barista? I've only seen that from bartenders.”
“Use to be one before I found this gig.”
“What made you quit?” How delightful, she wanted to know more about him.
“This is a college town, too many damn kids trying to buy alcohol with fake ideas on busy nights. Also, got tired up clean up puke from kids that can't handle their liquor yet. The lack of me having to clean human body fluids here is a massive plus.”
She had to hold to her chest as she gave out a hearty laugh as she was about to fall out of the barstool. “Yes, college kids can be quite something. I can see why you prefer this job.”
Daan's heart gave little flutters at each of her laughs. The laughs where like a warm summer eves wrapping him in warmth. Gods, how can anyone be so enchanting. He falling hard, blindly for her.
“Other than my tricks, else can I get for you? I've been told that I make fantastic coffee art, so good that they had to put me on the nightshift.” He even gave a wink or at least tried with missing one eye.
“Is that suppose to be a self depreciation or self praise?”
“I'll let you be the judge of that, darling.”
“Well if I'm going to be the judge,” she said, leading in. Daan could smell her perfume, he just wanted to burry his face in her neck and just died there. “I'll let you do you best work.”
“I'll be sure to wow you then.” Daan set himself to work.
As he said this the stress of trying to impress the woman came crashing down on him. Shit, what was he going to make for her? A heart seemed too forward and leaves felt to basic. Pulling out the milk he heated it making sure to swirling it with one hand. With the other he prepared the expresso.
He about to just start the have the dark caffeine pour into the cup without sweetener but he glance over to her. She seemed like the type to put sugar in her coffee. He grabbed the sugar and pour some in hopping that the heat from the expresso would melt it in time by the time it reached her lips. The beautiful lips painted red, they must taste wonderful.
The machine squirted out the hot bean juice and Daan went back to his focus . Pinhead bubbles formed in the milk and it was time to create.
Just try and impress her, this mystery from the night. That’s all he needed to do
He was about to start pouring but noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was leaning over. She strained her neck to look at what he was making. He turned his back to her, hiding the art from her.
“No sneak peaks.”
“But I want to see you work.” She sounded disappointed but she was still smiling making Daan's heart rush.
“It has to be a surprise, it will be better if you don't know.”
“Fine I'll close my eyes.” She covered her eyes.
Satisfied that she wouldn't look it all came down to Daan trying to figure how what was he going to make. No hearts , no leaves, he wanted to impress her as much as she impressed him. He poured the espresso into the wide mouth. Faraway he started to pour the steam milk, ever second passing his mind raced tried to think of something. Something beautiful like her and a deep sadness to it, just like her.
Inspiration came to him in a moment as he moved the steam milk closer and formed it into swirls. He smiled at his creation thought it would please this stranger in the night.
But it needed something to go with the drink. Taking the tongs he reached for the last good biscotti. It would be a few more hours till they got the new shipment from the bakery.
A cup of latte art and biscotti to go with it, a perfect set. He could serve this to her. Turning around he almost dropped the cup. She was sitting right there with her eyes closed. He traced with his eyes the sharpness of her eyeliner and those leashes brushing against her cheek. She was a master of makeup.
“You'll tell me when its ready? You wouldn't let me stay this way?”
“Never,” He place the cup before her. “You can open your eyes now, enjoy.”
He watch in slow motion as she open her eyes. Beautiful brown likes that match the coffee. So dark and he'd spend a life time trying to figure out what is behind them.
“A swan" Her eyes light up as she surveyed intricate swills of white on the canvas of coffee that formed into a delicate bird. He even added little white spots hopping that it would look like starts.
“She's beautiful, very talented. I honestly thought you would do a simple design.” She lifted the cup to her lips. The dark liquid passing through her lips. When she put the cup back down Daan noticed the red lip stain on the cup.
“I would never skip out on trying to impress someone as beautiful as you.”
“Its perfect.”
“I aim to please.” He gave half bow. “Have I fulfilled your curiosity?”
“I think this rises more questions then anything.” She took another sip. “Why would they ever put you on nights when you are this talented?”
“I'll answer your question but only if you answer one of mine.”
“A question for a question I see, but you must know a lady must keep some secrets.”
“No, nothing too personal I think.” Daan waved his hand dismissing the very idea of asking a lady he just met something too intimate.
“Alright, go ahead with your questions.”
“Why,” Daan lean against the counter elbows resting on the surface. “is a young woman, such as yourself, wondering around in the middle of the night. Shouldn't you be safe at home, asleep.”
She turned to the big windows facing out into the cold streets. Her expression went hard, unreadable to Daan. He had feared that he had pushed too hard and at the first question at that.
She did answer back but every moment she waited kept Daan pulsing with fear.
“I don't sleep much at night anymore. If I can I sleep its during the day. I find that I feel the safest at night. Everyone is asleep so no one bothers me, no one can see me. I can walk outside with peace as when the world is asleep.”
The next part, Daan could barely hear her say like it was a dream.
“I'm like a phantom in the night.”
Daan watched as a single tear formed in her eyes. It was like a diamond but it struck a dagger into his heart.
He reached over reached to wipe the tear away from her. To cradle her in his hands just so she would have a moment of knowing someone was caring for her. He needed her to know he was there.
But she wiped her hand over her eyes before he could reach her. His hand left there and awkwardly fell away. His chance gone.
Before she turned back to face him, Daan quickly moved his hand still hanging there back to where it was.
“But now is time for you to answer my question.” She said trying to sound happy but it was hard to believe.
“Hu?” Daan raised an eyebrow having totally forgotten what she had asked him.
“Did you forget already?” She laughed sounding better but there still was that lingering sadness to her.
“Come now, I can’t be the only one answering questions here. Unless you have a policy to interrogate every customer that comes in here.” She was smiling and all the old sorrows melted away.
She laughed as she watch a blush form on his face. He looked away from her and tugged at the string on his eyepatch. Whenever did it get so hot in here?
“Sorry I didn't mean to pry.” Daan did take the courage to look back at her. She was still smiling. Those deep brown eyes gazing into him making him forget everything that wasn't her.
“Well?”
“You have beautiful eyes.” Was the only thing he could think of. She didn't seem to mind as she laughed again. Daan couldn't help but noticed that her cheeks where turning red too.
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“Hum…”
“Hum?”
“… What was your question again?” Daan could feel any cool points that he might have had with her dwindling away. Well there goes his main appeal, he’s got to win her back.
“Oh Daan, boy.” She reached over and flicked his name tag. “ I was asking how such a talented artisan such as yourself is doing working the nightshift all by his lonesome self. Surely, your employer would rather you be on mornings instead?”
The way she said “artisan" and referring to him made his knees week. She really could just send him. He could just melt into her.
“Its nothing really interesting. I'm afraid to tell you.” He gave a shrug. “It’s a remnant from a past schedule and it never got changed. No special reason, just never got around to changing it.”
“I prefer nights.”
It was a half truth. The whole truth would take to long and far too sad.
“Oh, you stayed doing midnight shift because of a habit?” She tilted her head. She studied his face.
“Something like that.”
“Somehow that doesn't feel like all of it and you are keeping secrets.”
“It matches your own answer.” Daan shrugged.
“I suppose it does.” She smiled into her cup, the swan starting to face into the expresso.
“I suppose we should start another round?” Daan started thinking of what to ask her but she stopped him.
“Yes, but this time I’m going first.” She said.
“That isn't far, you can't have a round twice in a row.” Daan crossed his arms and leaned against the counter behind.
“But you went first last time.” She pouted. “Besides, aren't ladies suppose to go first?”
He let out a chuckle, “I can't argue with that. Shot.”
“What's your full name?”
He thought for a moment, thinking what is the best way to phrase it. It was unusual situation.
“Its anyone's guess to be honest with you. My mother called me Daan while my dad called me Daniel. So take your favorite and I'll be that for you.”
“No last name? I did say your full name.” She raised her eyebrow. Now it was his turn to become uncomfortable with the questions. Last names meant family and his was better left in the dust.
He let out a sigh, “Well, not really. It wasn't something that was important for them to teach me or even leave on my birth certificate. I was given the last name Winters.”
“I see, why Winters?”
“The orphanage lady was really into Dark Shadows.”
“Oh,” She glanced down at her cup, it was already more than half way gone. Some of her hair falling, hiding half of her face.
“Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it…”
“No, you couldn't have known, besides I pushed you too.” He waved it off. It was all in the past and they where here now. How could he be focused on the past when there was such a beautiful woman before him?
“Same to you.” He asked.
“What?” She was about to finish her coffee but put it back down.
“Its my turn and the same question to you. I want to know your name.”
“Elise, please to meet you Daan or Daniel.” She reached a hand out for him to shake. Daan held her hand, is was soft like holding silk. The idea of kissing her hand was tempting but that might come off creepy.
“And?” He couldn't help himself but should have.
“And?” She couldn't quite look into his eyes.
“What’s your last name? You asked for my full name and its only fair that you share yours with me.”
She was silent and Daan had feared that he had offended her somehow. His hands went cold with the fear that maybe he went too far. But he had to know.
Starting out into the window she seemed lost in her own world. A pit formed in his gut thinking she wouldn't talk to him. That this was the end.
“… Its Elise von Dutch.”
“Von? Was your family noble or are you from Dutch?”
Elise smiled still looking out the window.
“Couldn't tell you. It was a long time ago.”
“Well it’s a lot better than Winter.”
“What makes you say that?” Her head snapped back towards him and he jumped a little at her sudden sharp movement.
“It just seems like there was a family behind it. When I get married I'll take my spouses’ last name. I hate the last name Winters. Seems too fake, something that doesn't sound like a last name that should have a family with it..”
“Oh,” Her face soften. “I thought Winters fit your mysterious aura but I suppose when you put it that way it I can see why you hate it.”
“Now that you've complemented it, I’m starting to like it.” They laughed a little. Something so painful below the surface but yet a rose was blooming on that ground. Maybe, just maybe.
They where lost in that moment. Silent and staring at each other. She finished the last of her coffee and Daan prayed that he could figure out a way to make her stay longer.
“Here,” She handed him a $20. “This should cover the bill and tip.”
She got up and made her way to the door. The autumn's cold wind picking up shaking the whole store with its tenacity. A harsh wind shuttered against the building and even Daan shivered. He couldn't let her leave out into the cold night.
In a mad rush, he pour the rest for the coffee left in the carafe into a to-go cup with cream and sugar. He spilled most of the coffee on the floor. It stung his skin, still hot.
“Wait!” Daan yelled, he jumped the counter. She turned to face him, surprised.
He grabbed onto her arm in one hand and in his other hand was a to-go coffee. What a scene. The man with the crush chasing after the girl. His heart beat against his chest threatening to burst out.
“For the tip home, its too cold outside to bare it alone.” He handed her the to-go. “I put cream and sugar in it. That's how you like it? Its on the house.”
Daan wanted to add, let me come with you to keep you warm but thought that might be too much. He still had some sense to him after all.
Elise’s mouth hung open for only a moment and then shut. A smile like dawn breaking after the longest darkest night came from her. A smile that melted Daan, he was about to melt to the floor at her smile.
“You are too sweet on me.” Her hand grazed his. That warmth and smooth touch pausing throughout Daan heart making him light head. Entranced about everything when it came to her.
He watched at she placed the lid to her lips, leaving red stained lips again. He watch at her throat as she swallowed his coffee. Even the light in her eyes as she enjoyed it warmed his soul.
“Its perfect.”
Daan's whole face went numb with joy. His hand slipped away as she left. The cold wind making her hair flow into the night. She must be cold at there but she had his coffee. Turning around she did give him a wave goodbye before slipping back into the shadows.
Daan stood there for far too long just waving at her as she left. A little bit love dump by cupid's arrow. But he just could move but he wanted to radiate in this happiness. Until something brought him back to reality.
“Oh shit, I need to clean up that coffee up.” Luckily the rag he had dropped earlier was already helping him.
