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c: raziel abadi, c: rose weasley-granger, d: 2028 05, ~ complete, Ω: rp

RP: A Coffee Shop Run In
Who: Rose & Raziel
What: Casual Run In
When: 5/16/2028
Where: Sweet Nothings
Warnings: Hot Beverages Flying
Completion Status: Complete


The Month’s Opening of the Royal Ballet had come and gone. Swan Lake four days a week with Rigoletto on the weekend. Between the training schedule and performances, Rose was happy to finally have enough of a breather to visit her favorite coffee & tea shop nestled amongst the streets of Victory Road. Paying for her drink she found a small two-top in a swept away corner of the shop breathing in the aroma of her flat white latte.

She’d missed this. Her schedule had not allowed time for even a quick apparition to the little cafe, but with a day off she meant to savor it. Rose looked up instinctively as the bell chimed and a tall, dark man walked into the cafe. His arms covered in tattoos.

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Upon entering the shop, Raziel had noticed the dark haired woman he had met just days before he’d taken Juliet out. He had slept with her just once, before never calling her again. Raziel usually wasn’t like that, he was always very transparent about his feelings. Yet when Juliet had come into his life, he’d ghosted everyone he had been talking with. She was something extra special that he knew he couldn’t live without.

She had noticed him as well, and if there was one thing he remembered about Megan, it was that she had a temper.

“I’m so sorry,” he started, holding hands up, palms out, he was innocent. She started to yell at him then, asking him why he hadn’t called, gesturing with hands wildly, and not caring that she held a hot coffee in her hand. Raziel however was far too aware of it.

Within seconds, the situation had turned, and Megan was throwing her coffee at Raziel. He had just popped in to grab a coffee before he went down to the shop for the morning, but it seemed fate had found something else for him.

While someone else escorted Megan out of the building, Raziel realized that there had been someone seated at the two top just behind him.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” he asked, quickly turning to look at the other woman. Hopefully she didn’t take what the woman had been shouting to heard, he really wasn’t that much of a bastard.

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His features looked sharper up close. “No harm done.” The fight truly was none of her business, she’d just come in for her coffee.

“Can I help you with that?” She pulled her wand and muttered an incantation as the coffee disappeared from his shirt.

“Looks like more of it came out. You might want to soak it before the wash.” It may have been forward but the smell of stale coffee on clothing was reason enough.

“So coffee? Not to wear this time.”

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The relief at her offer to help him had his shoulders sagging with relief, nodding his head. “Thank you,” he said appreciatively. His head bobbed in another nod, he’d definitely soak it once he got home. This was one of his favorite outfits, he really didn’t need it ruined over something that happened so long ago.

Her offer had him surprised, and he wondered if it was innocently enough coffee. Wanting to believe the best in others, he bobbed his head in a nod. “I’d love some, I need it after the long week… And that fun spectacle,” he said weakly, laughing sadly. He was still a bit rattled from it, so relieved it was over that he had for just a moment rethought getting that coffee. Should he have followed after her to apologize?

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Rose nodded and forced a small laugh, “Spectacle or not, it is a distasteful waste of coffee. How do you take it?” She tested the weight in her cup. She would have another, possibly a decaf, rarely treating herself these days.

She queued to the counter and ordered their coffees. There was nothing wrong with a simple coffee though she wondered. What warranted someone being doused in a drink anyway. Her performances usually centered around a breach of trust or betrayal, but this wasn’t a Shakesperean drama brought to stage. It seemed like a simple breach of social contract. She thanked the barista and returned to the table. “You can sit if you would like.” She settled back into her seat, both hands wrapped around the warm cup.

“So what is it you do?” She could guess from the artwork that covered his arms and upper chest, but he could just be really into tattoos.

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“Black,” he said happily, relieved that this new found friend was getting him a new coffee. Had he even had one? He wondered if he had, he doubted he’d gotten that far, but adrenaline had made him forgetful already.

There was another thought of Jules as she offered the seat, but he figured this was harmless enough. He fell into the seat across from her, taking a sip of his hot drink. “I’m a tattoo artist,” he explained, producing a beautiful black card with white reflective lighting that seemed to catch the light. “What about yourself?”

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“Be right back.” She figured she’d get herself another tea while she was up. He seemed harmless enough to share a coffee with. He wouldn’t want another coffee thrown on him today, at least.

“Here.” She slid the coffee in front of him before settling down in her seat. “I’m a ballerina.” She’d made the mistake of telling people she was a dancer before and it always ended in embarrassment. “With the London Royal Ballet.” It still felt weird even this far into their season, but it was still a confidence booster.”

“So.” She swirled her tea around her cup. “How does a tattoo artist get coffee thrown on him in a coffee shop?” She had a joke about a bad tattoo, but from his own ink it looked like his taste was specific. He obviously took pride in his work from what she could tell.

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“Thank you,” he said as he took the coffee. He was settled already, having slid out of his jacket. It was tucked between his back and the chair. “A ballerina? That’s fantastic, that’s a very hard talent to pursue. You must be very good to be with the Royal Ballet,” he sounded a bit surprised, if only because when he’d gone out today he hadn’t intended to meet a ballerina with the London Royal Ballet.

His laugh was low and warm, his shoulders lifting in a heartless shrug. “We had been on a few dates before I got together with my girlfriend. I forgot to call her back, completely by accident. My heart has just been taken by another,” he admitted very honestly, not even a little ashamed by how that had transpired. There had been no cheating, nothing had been set in stone with the other woman. It was Juliet that he had gotten serious with. They had even recently exchanged ’I love yous’. He beamed a bit speaking of her just then.

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“It’s been a lot of hard work.” Her family had been incredibly supportive but it was nice to hear someone else compliment her. She felt a smile grow across her face when he spoke of this Juliet. “You’re a bit of a romantic. Juliet sounds really special.” It was refreshing to hear that someone felt that strongly about someone else. Part of her wondered if that’s how her parents were at the start. She exhaled a sigh.

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Raziel gave a nod of his head when she called him a bit of a romantic. “She is really special,” he agreed with the other woman. “I don’t mean to dominate the conversation with her, just,” he motioned with his cup in the direction where he would have been standing just moments before covered in coffee that wasn’t his own.

“Does the ballet leave time for dating?” he inquired politely.

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“It doesn’t.” Rose sighed. “And trying to date a company member never ends well.” She’d know what she’d signed up for when she got out of Hogwarts, but seeing her cousins enjoying a ‘normal life’ did make her a bit jealous.

“I try my best to live vicariously.” She moved her bag off the extra seat and offered him the chance to sit. “Not sure it’s in the cards.”

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“My advice? Make sure it’s in the cards. Love is a fantastic thing,” he told her with a charming smile. “I should be off though, I really have to get moving if I want the shop to open soon. It was nice to meet you, thank you again for the coffee,” he said, holding up the fresh cup she had gotten him.

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