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Starbucks | March and Drizella

The skyscrapers towering over him, March waltzed through the streets; his copy of Death of a Salesman open in his hands, being the hiding place of a map of the city. "You don't want to look like a tourist, then you're a target for thieves and con artists." March said quietly to himself. As he spoke, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth in thirst. He eyed the street around him, looking for anywhere that sold a drink; Starbucks Coffee was quite an obvious place to start.

March couldn't even open the door, the shop was so busy but the smell of coffee drew him in anyway. Waiting in line for ten minutes, March convinced himself that it was worth the wait for a nice cup of tea to quench his thirst. Looking around, he couldn't find a spare table but he spied an empty seat where a quiet looking woman was sat, reading a book ignoring the bustle of the shop around her. March pushed through the loud-mouthed people and made his way to the seat. "Do you mind?" March asked, gesturing to the seat opposite to her; her deep brown eyes pierced his as he spoke - March somewhat wished he never asked.