You stand at the end of the line in Starbucks sighing,the usual Wednesday rush had just come in and you were caught at the end of it. The usual teens blabbering into their cellphones,the usual businessmen yelling into their phones, your eyes wandered and you watched people eat or drink,some typing away furiously and others casually chatting with each other. Things were as they normally were,the town that you live in is boring and consistent about it.
You feel a shove behind you forcing you to crash into the person in front of you. You turn and glare at the man who shoved you, another businessman. His suit was black,no..a very dark blue. He wore a tie the same navy colour but with off-white specks on it. It was accompanied by a white button-up . A workaholic for sure.
"What the hell?!" you ask..usually people like him carry themselves better. His hair had been combed back and not a hair was out of turned slightly pale
"Oh..I apologise sweetheart.I was running simly because I was being followed." He said with a smirk. "Please allow me to pay for your coffee,I insist"
His Dublin accent caught you off guard,you had always had a thing for Irish accents.
"Uhh..Okay. Are you still being followed? Is the guy gone?..Is he in here!?" you scanned the room for any shady looking characters. No one.
"Oh I highly doubt he'll be a problem anymore." His every syllable flirted. "Please allow me,what do you want?" He pointed to the menuboard. In all the clutter you had barely noticed you were at the front of the line.
"Oh..a ..Caramel Macchiato"
"One Caramel Macchiato and a Espresso Macchiato"
The girl nodded and said "OK thats ₤ 7.50"
He handed over the money and walked over to a table.
"Well,aren't you going to sit down and talk with me? I did just buy your drink."He asked.
"Well,you did bump into me and so you owed me..but since I have nothing better to do." I followed him over to the table.
"So, what is your name?" He asked.
"_, yours?" You replied
"James Moriarty, but you can just call me Jim."