"Daniel," she thought. She had always liked that name. He was quite handsome. Raven colored hair, really pretty emerald eyes and a slight stubble only someone like him could pull off. "So," he said, pulling her out of her revine, "what are you looking up on your portable dinosaur, there?" She glared at him then couldn't help but smile. What was he doing to her? "I'm trying to find auditions.. Broadway auditions." He set his coffee cup down on the table and reached across it, closing the lid of her laptop. "Hey," she said, "what the heck-?"
"We are on a a good road to being friends here," he interrupted, "trust me you don't want to ruin it right about now." She shook her head at him and began to grab her laptop and never walk in to this Fivebucks again. "I will ruin all the friendships I want, thank you." She said. He smirked that little smirk again, stopping her. Maybe because she wanted to slap him, or because it was annoyingly cute. Maybe it was both. "What if I told you about the next audition on Broadway. The next real audition." She looked at him, hugging her beloved PC. "What do you mean?" She asked. He sat back, taking a sip of his coffee, "instead of searching the Internet, which never gets you anywhere, maybe you should try asking an actual connection. You know, a famous actor or a playwright, or even a choreographer. Like me." She blinked at him. Then, picking up her coffee and stuffing her laptop into her bag, got up from the booth and said, "that is not amusing," she began to walk out but then turned and said," and shave your beard." She started to walk out but not before she heard him say, in an annoyingly calm voice, "it's stubble."
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