RP : starbucks on every corner -- for contact_zero
There really was a Starbucks on every corner in Los Angeles. And there was one in close proximity and on the direction of her travels to her office every morning. And she had a routine. Pick up the coffee, take it to work. Simple. Easy to remember.
He didn't follow her for long -- he wasn't attempting to stalk her -- and waited for Monday morning, when he positioned himself outside the establishment at a table and waited for her to walk up. When she did, he got up, and held the door for her, before following her inside. His hair was a little longer, his mustache thicker, as well as the scruff on his face.
But the eyes were the same.
"Do you still drink what you used to?"
He asked as they stood in line, the accent soft and his tone non-threatening. He wasn't trying to scare her...he just didn't think the traditional 'hello' would cut it in this situation.
He didn't follow her for long -- he wasn't attempting to stalk her -- and waited for Monday morning, when he positioned himself outside the establishment at a table and waited for her to walk up. When she did, he got up, and held the door for her, before following her inside. His hair was a little longer, his mustache thicker, as well as the scruff on his face.
But the eyes were the same.
"Do you still drink what you used to?"
He asked as they stood in line, the accent soft and his tone non-threatening. He wasn't trying to scare her...he just didn't think the traditional 'hello' would cut it in this situation.