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((Can't think of a name right now, sorry >_<, and is this better))

((Yes, it's fine. Sorry for being a picky control freak))

((Haha, it's fine!))

James led the way into the establishment and led Sarah to a table. "Have you been here before?"

((And a thought for the name: Joe's Cup. Idk. Feel free to leave it. It's ten minutes until eleven, so it may just be a silly name))

"A few times," Sarah said and sat down

((I like it! How's the homework?))

"I haven't," James replied.

((I had finished it and was on Kindle))

((Cool))

"They have good coffee," she said

James nodded and ordered a frappe and waited for Sarah's order before paying.

Sarah saw what he was doing. "I'll pay for my own coffee,"she smiled

James laughed. "Alright. Suit yourself! Me, I'd take an offer of not having to pay for coffee."

"I have enough money," she said

"So do I," James said with a shrug, paying for just his drink. He waited for Sarah.

She paid for hers. "Really, thanks for the offer"

"You're more than welcome," James returned. He led her over to a table.

She sat down and looked at him. "You got a job?"

"Not really. I guess that means you do?" James replied, shrugging.

"Not really," she shrugged

"So you have a sort of job?" James inquired. "That still one-ups me."

She laughed. "You could get a job if you wanted,"

"Maybe," he said before realizing Sarah hadn't answered his question properly. "Hey, wait, what is your sort-of job?"

"Nothing you'd be interested in," she said and took a sip of her coffee.

"I doubt that's even possible," James said, grinning. "I love exploring things, and I think that may have come out wrong again. And that wasn't much better either."

She laughed. "Just a job to make some money," she said

"What kind of job?" James asked, giving her a curious look.

"Messenger," she replied

"Cool," he said, grinning. "I suppose the running comes with the job then."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she smiled

James grinned. "I know I'm right." He winked at Sarah.

"You sure flirt a lot," Sarah observed

"Personal flaw," James said with a shrug. "Is it a problem?"

"Not really,"

He nodded and smiled. "That's good because I don't want to stop."

"I don't want you to either," she took a sip of her coffee

"Yeah?" James asked, leaning a little closer to her.

"Yeah," she leaned in too

He leaned in a little further, bouncing his knee.

She also leaned in, their noses almost touching

"Am I allowed to kiss you?" James whispered, the corners of his mouth rising into a grin.

"I'm not saying no," she made a small smile

"So you're saying yes?" James inquired.

She gave his shin a small kick under the table, then leaned back

James pouted and crossed his arms. "What?" he whinged.

"I just met you!" She said

"So?" he protested. "I'm sure we'll be able to meet up again more, and I like talking to you."

"I do too," she smiled

James smiled.

((Oh my gods this movie XD))

"So you're from the Heart?" She asked after a minute

((What movie?))

"Yeah," James replied. "I am. I suppose that makes me rich by default."

"You get what you want don't you," she glanced at the clothes he was wearing.

((Ace Ventura))

((I'm going to sit here and pretend I've heard of it))

"Define what I want," James whispered.