where do i go from here? // serenity

Within moments, the waitress came back with his cup of coffee. “Thanks,” he said with a nod of his head. He shook his head and thanked her again when she inquired as to if he wanted anything else. There was a part of him that always felt really guilty about getting coffee. He loved it and he really shouldn’t be doing or partaking in anything that he enjoyed. Vincent had decided a long time ago that he wasn’t going to allow himself to do anything he enjoyed. Music, coffee, movies, he had cut them all out of his life because he didn’t deserve them. The biggest thing that he had cut out, though, was spending time with the people he cared about…but that was for an altogether different reason, to be completely honest. And that was actually the main reason that had led him to the little café in the first place. He was leaving and he hadn’t told anyone, so they couldn’t come after him.

He sighed and stared down at his coffee for a moment before giving in and taking a sip. However, he didn’t enjoy it quite as much as he thought he was going to because right when he was about to swallow it, he heard an angry voice yelling his name, which caused him to choke on the coffee instead. After he had recovered from the slight choking fit, he turned around just in time to see a very angry Serenity storming in his direction. His eyes widened – he really hadn’t expected to ever see her again. The way she had phrased her accusation caused him to blush and receive some death glares from the other patrons. He opened his mouth to reply in some way, but was quickly cut off when Serenity continued speaking.

Vincent was shocked to hear exactly how angry she was with him. It really took him off guard. He was just some random creature that she had saved from a hunter. Why did she care so much? “I’m – I’m sorry, Serenity,” he said, shrugging his shoulders,”I just…didn’t realize you would care that much.” In all honesty, he hadn’t even kept her number. The fewer people that got mixed up with him, the better.

Vincent had wanted to just get a quick cup of coffee and then slip out of town without running into anyone – well, apparently that was not going to happen. He felt bad that Serenity was so upset, but he genuinely hadn’t thought that she would care that he didn’t call to let her know what was going on. They had run into each other once. That was it. Granted, it was a rather interesting meeting, but it was just that one time nonetheless. He still thought about that night when Elizabeth’s brother tracked him down. It was really difficult to forget the look of rage and hatred on the red head’s face. Not that Vincent could really blame him, of course.

He looked up just when the waitress arrived next to Serenity with the glass of water that she had ordered. The waitress cast a smile at Serenity and a glare at Vincent. He wasn’t really surprised, so he just lowered his gaze to stare into his coffee, only raising his head when Serenity spoke up again. Running the edge of his thumb around the rim of his coffee mug, he furrowed his brows as he listened to what she said. He didn’t get it. It wasn’t like the two of them were close friends. They didn’t even know each other’s full names. “Maybe you shouldn’t care so much about what happens to me,” he said, before taking a sip of his coffee.

Vincent hesitated in answering her, hoping that she wouldn’t see the packed bag on the booth next to him. “Fine…I’ve been fine,” he said, using his usual staple response whenever someone asked that sort of a question. He was gradually regretting his decision more and more to stop in the café once more; he should have just kept going. “Um…what about you?”