Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Chapter 01

He is the smartest young man you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. He looks like the definition of lazy, yet the moment he starts to talk about a subject that interests him he stuns you into complete silence and utter amazement.

I have heard him talk about politics, history and art without ever missing a beat or an answer. He is like a sponge, absorbing every bit of information given to him whether he might want to or not.

Yet even though his absurdly amazing brain is what drew me to him in the first place, it was not what caught my eye.

His countenance is what did even though I know most of his friends find it annoying. They complain about it often yet I cannot help but like that lazy side of him. Because beneath it, he is thoughtful and caring, always looking out for others yet hiding it underneath his smart words and quick brain.

His looks aren't dissatisfying either. His hair is thick and I assume shoulder-length yet he always has it pulled up in a tail. A pity really if you were to ask my opinion on the matter.

Yet the tight shirts he wears make up for it. He doesn't do sports, he's too lazy for that. But he certainly is in good shape so I don't complain, not even in silence.

When he looks my way, a small smile appears on my lips. I don't smile often yet he won a special place in my heart.

This is where we first met. He's been a regular for ages or so I've been told when I just started working here as a cashier. It was never my ambition to work in a student coffee-shop but depending on only yourself means you have to earn money and it's good pay.

He always sits in the corner-booth, surrounded by friends yet he is always the one to order the coffee even though he doesn't always pay, he's not that generous.

His voice is husky and I remember shivering when he first spoke to me.

It was on my first day and I messed up his order, too distracted by his looks in combination with that sinful voice. It had taken me by surprise and I had never felt more embarrassed in my entire life.

He chuckled, telling me it was all right and that I could take all the time I needed. It had been love at first sight.

Over time, the flutter in my chest has dimmed some but I still love him as much as that first day. He is everything I want in a man. A decent brain, a great sense of humour and looks that have me dream of him without clothing.

I busy myself with the order I'm preparing for the girl in front of the counter.

I'm on my own today. My colleague Lee called in sick and TenTen had an appointment thus couldn't take over his shift. Yet it's Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday's are always slow.

I push the Latte-Macchiato across the counter and when the girl gives me a Tenner, batting her eyelashes at me yet I ignore her, I return her change with a friendly smile. She doesn't stand a snow-ball's chance in Hell, I'm off-limits and I have been for some time now.

He has caught my heart and it is not available for sale right now.

A look of disappointment crosses her face and muttering "thank you" she turns around and stalks away. I'm sure she feels rejected. Ah well, too bad.

When I turn to his table again I see his friends looking my direction, one of them is pointing with a wide grin on his face.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes he stands up, pushing himself past a girl with long blonde hair and happy blue-eyes and saunters over to my counter, hands shoved into his pockets.

I smile happily when he stands in front of me. "Hi," I say, trying to keep the shyness out of my voice that always threatens to creep into it when I'm talking to him.

"Hi," he replies with a small smile. "Could you get me three coffee and a tea?" He asks while drumming his fingers onto the countertop.

I nod and busy myself with his order. He's always like this, impatiently tapping his fingers yet he radiates patience.

"Here you go." I say when I push the tray in front of him.

"Thanks," he says and gives me a Tenner as well. He gives me the once-over, looks at my nametag and with a grin says: "Keep the change Neji."

And with that he turns around and walks back to his table, putting down the cups of coffee for his friends and giving that girl the tea, kissing her with a happy grin playing across his lips.

I turn away to help my next customer, knowing that one day he will see me for who I am and what I'm worth. He'll forget about that woman and I'll be sitting beside him at that table.

One day, when I give him back his small change he will feel that same tingle shoot through him as I feel and then for him, it will be love too. I am sure of it.

TBC.