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@charsgrayson
âHey- Hey- I think you might have dropped something.â
âOh, thank you so much. I really canât afford to get my phone replaced right now.â
âHey! Youâre still here. I wanted to apologize, I think I cut you off earlier but I was distracted and trying to set a personal best and⌠anyway, Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs totally fine. I could see you were... in the zone or whatever. I just wanted to ask if youâve seen Olivia around? Sheâs been MIA.â
âYeah, thatâs one of my favorites at the moment. Itâs supposed to embody the crisis in Syria from the perspective of the American 1%. A touch ironic. A bit tragic,â Clara shrugged, eyeing the art piece. âArt is a funny thing, isnât it?â
âItâs... nice, I guess. I donât know much about art, sorry,â she said apologetically. âNice gallery, though. Impressive.â
âExcuse me, â I assume your attention is needed elsewhere but would you fancy lending me a helping hand? Directions to be specific. In case you have yet to noticed, Iâm still a bit out of my element here.â
âAh, a newbie. Iâve been there. Sure, ask me anything.â
Sure, heâd noticed the way the shirt practically clung to her breasts, but unlike most men that probably entered the diner, it wasnât the only thing heâd noticed about her. A gentle smile curled onto his lips as he shook his head, a quiet sound of laughter leaving his throat. âIâm sure itâs not the only thing it gets you.â It was hard putting Christopher in an uncomfortable situation, mostly because he had no shame; literally. âTo each their own, I suppose.â Maybe it wasnât Starbucks, but thatâs exactly what he liked about it. âItâs only fun if youâre able to guess,â he shrugged. He refused to tell her firsthand what his career was, mostly because he didnât need her digging around any further than that. He was there to get coffee and a slice of pie; one that heâd more than likely have to fake enjoy. He watched as she moved, his eyes trailing up and down her slender frame before his attention was taken by the pie in front of him. He took the fork with ease, his hand brushing against hers gently. âThank you,â he breathed, turning to place the napkin in his lap before cutting himself a small bite of pie. He lifted it to his lips in one swift movement, the first taste not being so bad, though the aftertaste most certainly was. Refusing to admit defeat by something as small as a piece of pie, the male smiled and went for another bite without a word.
Charlotte looked down quickly, heat rushing to her cheeks after his daring implication. Getting her to blush wasnât easy, she usually didnât give a fuck what people thought about her, especially not suit-wearing men who came into the dinner for their disgusting coffee. Regaining her composure quickly, she looked back at him and cocked an eyebrow. âAnd what else do you think it gets me?â She questioned, trying to get the upper hand and make him blush. âYeah, to each their own. Some of us like decent tasting coffee and some of us like... that,â she said, pointing towards his cup of coffee. âYou want me to guess, huh? Well, we ruled out doctor and CEO. Oh, wait, I totally forgot about this one. Are you a lawyer?â It seemed to be the next best option. Every rich men in Manhattan were either CEOs, lawyers or doctors. âMy pleasure,â the brunette said with a grin. She watched as he brought the fork to his mouth and took a bite, expecting at least an expression of disgust or disdain. Surprisingly he kept a straight face and even smiled through it, even though there was no way he was enjoying it. After the second bite, she titled her head slightly and watched him curiously. âGood, right?â
No matter the occasion, Christopher was always dressed in the finest of clothes he had. It was something his father had taught him; dress as if youâre in constant business. After years of wearing suits, heâd gotten to the point that they just didnât bother him anymore. âYou seem to make it work,â he commented, a gentle grin on his lips as he looked at her. His compliments were almost always smooth and well-worded, something that a lawyer had to excel at when it came to defending someone. If couldnât string together a solid argument, then no matter how strong your defense was, a loss would be inevitable. âWhy pay for a logo when I can something just as good somewhere else?â Starbucks had always been overrated in his mind and after a year of his secretary making runs to the nearest shop to his firm, heâd called it quits, even if the coffee she made at the office was even worse. âWhile I appreciate your guessâ, Iâm afraid Iâm none of the above.â She was definitely judging him and for what reason? His suit? Fair enough, he supposed. âThen what kind of truck driver would I be if I passed up on that?â The odds of a diner pie slice being decent were slim to none, but what did he have to lose?Â
She scoffed lightly, averting her gaze after he told her she pulled the uniform off. He had this calmness about him that was unsettling and she wasnât really sure how to deal with him. âMen usually like it. Itâs short and shows a lot of cleavage. The owner says itâll get us bigger tips,â she explained, trying to make him a little uncomfortable. âWell, I wouldnât say the coffee here is a good as Starbucksâ, despite what you might think.â She was pretty sure whatever the owner served was store bought and definitely not of the highest quality. She looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what it was he did. âWhat is it you do, though? And donât tell me youâre a truck driver, I was just kidding about that,â she told him with a smile. She was pleased when he asked her to get the cake, turning away from him and walking to the counter to retrieve a piece of pie before he changed his mind. Charlotte walked back to the table and put the piece of pie in front of him, hanging him a fork at the same time. âTry it.â
While he had more money than he knew what to do with, he normally wasnât one to judge. Sure, the normal thoughts ran through his head every single time he stepped into the less fortunate part of a city, but it was nothing he thought too much about. âI believe we all deserve to look nice every now and then,â he countered once more, not taking offense to any of her remarks. She was quick to her wit, which in Chrisâ book, was something he needed more of. âStarbucks is nothing more than overpriced coffee. If I wanted a terrible brew, I could get it for free at my office.â When it came to his work, he didnât speak much of it. To him, further discussing the case with someone other than his partners would merely cause confusion he just couldnât afford. âIf I said important papers, would it make my answer any better?â Christopher watched as the woman stepped backward, brows rising slightly as he took another drink of his coffee. âIs that something you have to say?âÂ
Char looked down at the well-dressed man, looking him over. He definitely had the looking nice thing down, that was for sure. He looked a little bit older than she was, but just as attractive. âI would agree, we just donât all have that luxury. As you can see by my polyester waitress uniform,â she said with a smirk. She made it work, but it remained an itchy piece of fabric that showed just a little too much cleavage. âOh, you wonât drink Starbucks, but youâll have the coffee here? Interesting,â she pointed out with a nod. Important papers wasnât exactly the answer she had been asking for either, but she decided to let it go. She didnât care that much, to be honest, she just wanted a nice tip. âNot really, but Iâll take it. Let me guess, though, youâre a doctor? Or, wait, a CEO? Manhattan is crawling with suit-wearing CEOs,â she attempted, looking down at the papers and then back at him. âIt is. Our pie apple pie is famous,â she said with a grin. Famous for being absolutely disgusting.
Of course he was overdressed for such a place, but he truly had witnessed worse first had through meet-ups with his clients. âPerhaps you shouldnât judge someone based upon their appearance,â he countered, fingers moving to curl around the handle of the mug. With any luck, the coffee would be the best heâd had in days, but then again, anything was better than that brewed at his own office. âAnd how often does that happen?â Anyone who had the patience to read an entire menu to someone who wasnât even listening deserved something more than two dollar tip. âPapers,â he replied and lifted the coffee up to his lips, the liquid warming his throat in a satisfying manner.Â
Charlotte scoffed, amused that someone that was most likely from the Upper East Side or another rich neighborhood in Manhattan was telling her not to judge people on appearance. âIâm so sorry, sir. Are you a truck drive who decided to dress up for a night?â She asked with an amused smile, titling her head to the side slightly. âYouâre my first, I have to admit. People donât just come in here to read, thatâs what Starbucks is for,â she told him. The brunette furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head at his vague response. âYeah, I can see that much,â she said, taking a step back. âWell, just wave me over if you need something else. The pieâs pretty good.â
While troubling the young female hadnât been in his original plans, he couldnât help but enjoy the show of impatience she could hardly hold back. A gentle smile cracked upon his features as he heard her walking away, though the case still held most of his interest. How was he supposed to get out a man that was clearly guilty of the crime he swore he didnât commit? Frustrated by his own lack of helpful thoughts, Chris took a moments pause to look down at his steaming coffee and up at the beautiful woman whoâd served it to him. âI would like to think Iâve been in worse,â he shrugged, eyes shifting from the rising steam, back to the annoyed figured to his side. âTell me, do you normally read off the entire menu to everyone you serve?âÂ
Charlotte looked at the papers on the table, trying to figure out what it was that he was doing. It looked fascinating, that was for sure. âHave you really? That suit tells me otherwise,â she said, a small grin forming on her face. âI read the whole menu to the people who just sit there staring at random papers for 30 minutes. You looked like you needed a little nudge,â she said, holding on to the coffee pot with one hand and crossing her free arm around her stomach. âI guess I get to ask a question now. What are you reading there?â
Christopherâs eyes scanned over the last few sentences before he lifted his head, gaze finally settling on the impatient waitress for whom heâd considered decently friendly. âBlack coffee,â he rattled off. While he seemed like a complicated man, he was simply everything but and besides, how was he supposed to eat when all he could do was worry about a case that was currently digging into his nerves?
Tapping her foot impatiently, Char glared at the man and titled her head to the side. This had to be a prank, it just had to be. âYouâve got to be kidding me,â she muttered when he finally looked up at her. âBlack coffee. Of course. Iâll be right back,â she said finally, forcing a smile and walking away and getting his order. Making her way back to his booth, she poured the coffee into the cup in front of him and glanced up to look at his suit. âAre you lost or something? You know youâre in Brooklyn, right? In what is probably the crappiest dinner in New York city.â
âWhile Iâm sure everything youâve said within the last minute or so was of the uttermost importance; I regret to inform you that I caught nothing at all,â he admitted, eyes still glued to the case he was desperately trying to piece together.
âAre you serious?â Char threw her hands up in exasperation, looking at the fanciest man she had ever seen in the crappy dinner she worked at. âI just basically read the entire menu for you and you missed all of it? Honestly what are you doing here?â
âPerfect. What are you in the mood for: tea or something a lot stronger? Iâm Chloe by the way, Thomasâ personal assistant. Just so you know, if ever you canât get hold of him, your next best bet would probably be me.â
âSomething a lot stronger, always. Nice to meet you, Chloe. I wasnât aware Thomas had a personal assistant, but it makes sense, I guess. Thatâs very good to know, thank you.â
âOkay, thatâs great, I feel much better knowing thereâs still some hope for me. Has that ever like, happened to you, someone leaving you a loud breathing voicemail or other weird random noises?â
âThere is, I wouldnât go calling the police just yet. Hm, no, canât say it has. Thankfully. I donât think Iâd be able to sleep at night if it did.â
âNot making a big deal! Itâ UhâŚis..probablyâŚcloser to⌠three⌠That was three questions! Three not so tough questions. Iâm gonna tel you what I told Ridley. Internet. Blggoing. Probably more money in that. Could even do whatever while youâre doing the internship.
âOkay, good. Because itâs not. Three? Are you serious? Damn, thatâs expensive. Three questions in a row, that was a lot. Yeah, but I have no contacts. And I canât exactly take a gamble like that. If I were more comfortable financially, maybe.â
âOh, sorry Char - just thinking about things and getting angry about it as per usual. Whatâs up?â
âThatâs fine. Nothing, really. Just thought Iâd see if you wanted some company. Whatâs on your mind?â