My Little Coffee Shop (A Romeo & Juliet Story)

As Silver Shield continued down the simple dirt roads of Ponyville, a thought came to his mind. I can't go to her house! Am I having a laugh? She'll kill me!, he thought. Looking down on the business card that floated in his magical blue aura. The card hovered in front of him. Then another great idea for finding Robin appeared. Like the card had read, Robin Quaver was a custom music composer.

That's how I'll find her. Even though the ginger's prissy, I still feel like a giddy-kipper around her!, Silver trotted into the opposite direction towards his house, with the slight feeling of 'collywobbles'.

Robin sat in her house. Alone, in the dim, cold, empty building. Well, actually, the house was quite full with furniture and nice decorations. But Robin felt like something wasn't right. All her life there had always been another pony in the house for her to talk to, even if she didn't want to talk to them. Robin, even if she knew it or not, was lonely. Her musical instruments lined the walls, her advanced facilities in the house worked like a charm. The walls were perfectly painted, and there was no sight of any sort of trash, or even a misplacement on even the smallest decoration. But Robin was alone.

Suddenly, a knock came from her front door. Quickly turning on a light in her living room, she jumped up and went to answer it.

A light brown pegasus colt stood on the outside of the door. His bright blue eyes met hers the second he gazed upon her. His dark brown mane was pushed back, and his tail was short and spiked. His cutiemark was a light yellow crescent moon.

"Y-yes? How may I help y-y-you?" Robin stuttered. For some reason, she felt immediate happiness towards him.

"Are you Robin Quaver?" His smooth, calm voice asked the blue pegasus.

"Yes, y-yes I am. Why do you ask?" She continued to stutter, but not as much.

"I'd like to make an appointment for a piece of music. I saw your ad today in the paper, and I noticed that you only work at home. I hope this wasn't a bad time-"

"Oh, no. Not at all. Come right in." Robin said, a smile glued to her face, with some slight blush.

Silver Shield, in is house now, was busy working on something for Robin. If she won't like me, at least she might like this. I won't even tell her who it's from! She'll be gobsmacked when she sees this!

After almost an hour of working on it, Silver was finally done. When he was a colt, he always had an interest in tinkering with things, building onto something or even building from scratch. Also, he was very much into, like most boys, fighting. But not the rough and tough wrestler fighters fit Silver's mind. He was more into sword fighting, like the medieval knights. Once he had built a shield, like in his name. Silver was very smart and creative with using metals when he was an older colt, and from this he earned his cutiemark. Then he found another yet similar hobby soon after that. Sculpting.

This stallion had many interests in many things. If he wasn't dreaming about becoming a sword fighter, which to him that dream was long ago beginning to fade, he was busy doing something crafty, like his "new" hobby, sculpting.

Before the stallion stood a huge marble structure. It was like in the shape of a square, but inside of it was cut to make it look like a music note of a quaver. Underneath the cutout was Robin's name plated in golden letters, and smaller text underneath that was the words "Custom Music Composer" also in golden letters.

Covering his finished work with a old, but still useful faded sheet, he went into another room to get ready. Silver Shield put on his light gray and white striped scarf around his neck. He would leave at dusk for the final part of his plan to work.

Robin Quaver had just gotten done with another piece of music. This one wasn't very long; only about a minute, if that. No matter how hard she tried during the last hour, she couldn't keep her mind on the work as much as she did on the light brown pegasus stallion in front of her. As his handsome blue eyes stared back at Robin's purple iris', the world around her seemed to fall apart and it seemed to revolve around the two of them together.

His mane was so smooth looking; pushed down the stallion's neck it added a nice touch to his calm, nice personality. His tail matched in equal luxury. When the stallion spoke his reassuring voice traveled through the air, blocking out other noises so that only what he was saying could be heard. Robin hadn't ever known what this feeling was like. She wanted to giggle, and wanted to jump up, and tackle the stranger in a hug. But he was just a customer. A nice, handsome customer. But just a customer.

Was Robin in love? Robin had always been the anti-social type with strangers. But he didn't feel like a stranger. Robin felt a small, emotional tug towards this stallion. She shook her head at the thought. But he still seemed... lovely.

The sun began to set in the sky above Silver Shield. It's time, he thought.