Canada is shocked by [C/N]'s almost immediate response. "Yes," she affirms with a urgent tone. 
    "R-really?!" The Canadian asks in surprise. The [h/c] woman nods and smiles warmly.
    "Of course. I wouldn't say yes unless I meant it. Let's go get us some quality coffee." With that comment, [C/N] grabs Canada's hand and starts dragging him down the sidewalk. The contact brings a rush of heat to the Canadian's face, but he doesn't say a word against it. He didn't mind one bit. 
    
    The kind, beautiful, and strong [C/N] has noticed him. The woman he has been pining after since [C/N] was introduced as a new country has finally acknowledged him, and it was like a dream. 'Hell.' he thought. 'Maybe it is a dream. Maybe the meeting is still going on and I fell asleep. Or maybe they left me in the meeting room. That wouldn't surprise me. I think that's happened before. I almost missed-' 
    "Uh, Mr. C-can," [C/N]'s voice brings Canada out of his depressing thoughts. "Candi? Is that it? No, no, no."
    "Huh," is all Canada manages. 'What is she having trouble with?' They had stopped walking, and the woman was now facing him, looking somewhat embarrassed. 'Cute. She is very cute.'
    "I'm so sorry to say this," she begins. A blush makes it way onto her cheeks. "I don't recall your name."
    The Canadian blinks. "Oh. Don't worry about it. We haven't spoken too often. I'm Canada, eh." 

    It is then that [C/N] notices her hand is wrapped around Canada's. She pulls her hand back towards herself and turns away. "I found the cafe, Mr. Canada." She calls over her shoulder before walking in, leaving the male outside. He stares as the jingle of bells sound in his ears; he already misses the warmth her hand brought him. He takes a deep breath, gently slaps his face, puts on a smile, and walks in after her.

    Inside, the cafe was nearly empty. Only a single costumer sat off in a far corner, staring at his computer screen. Canada looks around for [C/N]. The [h/c] woman was standing in front of the oak bar-style counter that separated the costumers from the back. She had her eyes trained onto the menu above. Canada walks up next to her and quietly studies the board that listed the beverages and sweets. 'Apple Pie Latte? Speedy Turtle?' He questions in his mind. 'These names sure are unique.'
    "I'll have a, um... I guess a large Snickers Mocha, grasshopper mint biscotti, and an oatmeal raisin cookie, please." [C/N] announces to the barista at the register, who nods writes down the order for the other barista behind the counter. 
    "That'll be $10.64." The cashier said after typing a few things onto the cash register in front of her. [C/N] quickly nods and starts digging through her bag for the money.

    Canada steps up. "Don't worry, [C/N]. I've got it," he says in a near whisper.
    "Huh? B-but-" the woman protests.
    "I've got it, eh." He repeats before turning back to the cashier. "I'll have a large Caramel Kiss latte, and a blueberry muffin." The barista smiles and adds on the extra order.
    "$17.34 is your total." Handing over a card, Canada turns back to a pouting [C/N]. He smiles gently at her, and she walks off to a table near the window. He mutters something about her being so cute under his breath before turning back to take his card. The barista grins at him. "You and your girlfriend are adorable."
    A blush colored the Canadian's cheeks. "E-eh?! We're not... Thank you."

    Once his card is returned to his wallet, he starts over to the table which [C/N] had chosen. "I made up my mind." She says while looking out the window.
    "On what?" Canada asks, genuinely interested.
    "I'll only accept this if you let me buy you your coffee tomorrow." There is a moment of shocked silence. Before the Canadian could voice a protest, she speaks once again. "I insist. You have to accept."
    "I have to?" The question from the male has [C/N] thrown into a panic.
    "I didn't mean it like that. I meant it like I won't take no as an answer. So please accept my offer." The [h/c] woman's small ramble ends with her sending a pleading look to the blonde standing beside her.

    "Snickers Mocha, Caramel Kiss latte, and the food that you two ordered." The announcement of their order silences any response from the Canadian. He smiles down at [C/N] for a moment before turning to grab their order.