Mission Impossible: Royal Deception

Chapter 7

The sun poured through the large windows of the coffee shop, illuminating the cozy interior filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Jeanna sat at a corner table, her sunglasses perched on her nose, hiding her slightly bloodshot eyes from the night before. She wore a brown coat over her casual outfit of a simple white top and faded maong pants. Her blond hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, giving her a relaxed yet stylish look.

As she sipped her caramel macchiato, her friends, Ann and Lea, slid into the booth across from her, their faces lit up with curiosity.

"Where have you been, Jeanna?" Lea asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You disappeared last night! We thought you got lost in the city or something."

Jeanna chuckled, leaning back in her seat. "I was just having a little fun, that's all. You know how it is."

"Fun, huh?" Lea raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her chai latte. "Did that 'fun' involve any hot guys? Because I swear, if you've met someone and didn't tell us..."

Jeanna waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, please. You know I can find my own hotties. I don't need you two playing matchmaker."

Ann leaned in, a playful grin on her face. "But we want to! It's part of our job as your friends. How about we set you up on a blind date?"

"Seriously?" Jeanna laughed, shaking her head. "No blind dates for me. I can handle my love life just fine."

"But it could be fun!" Lea insisted, nudging Jeanna with her elbow. "What if he's cute? Or has an accent? You love accents."

"Yeah, well, I'd rather meet someone organically. Like, at a bar or something. You never know who you'll run into," Jeanna replied, adjusting her sunglasses as she scanned the café.

Their eyes wandered around the coffee shop, and soon, the conversation shifted to spotting potential suitors.

"Okay, look over there," Lea whispered, nodding toward a tall guy sitting alone at a table near the window. He had dark hair, tousled just enough to look effortless, and a chiseled jawline. Dressed in a fitted gray t-shirt and dark jeans, he was absorbed in his laptop, but every now and then, he'd take a sip of his black coffee, his strong hands wrapped around the cup. "Total heartthrob."

"Definitely a vibe," Jeanna agreed, eyeing him with interest. "But he looks like he's in work mode. I'm not interrupting his coffee shop meeting."

"True, but what about him?" Lea pointed at a group of three guys standing near the entrance. The one in front had sandy blond hair, styled with a casual flair. He wore a plaid shirt rolled up at the sleeves, revealing muscular arms. "He looks like he just walked off a beach somewhere. I'd definitely chat him up."

Jeanna couldn't help but laugh. "He does have that surfer boy charm. The guy next to him, though-he's a little more my type." She nodded toward a guy with olive skin and dark curly hair. He was wearing a leather jacket and had an air of mystery about him. As he leaned against the wall, he casually checked his phone, revealing a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve.

"Oooh, I see what you mean," Ann said, raising her eyebrows. "He definitely has that brooding thing going on. Very James Dean."

Just then, another guy caught their attention as he walked in. He had striking blue eyes and a charming smile, his auburn hair perfectly tousled. He wore a fitted navy blazer over a white t-shirt, paired with dark jeans. "He looks like he just stepped off a fashion magazine cover," Lea remarked, her eyes wide with admiration. "What do you think, Jeanna?"

"Definitely cute," Jeanna said, biting her lip as she watched him order a drink. "But I feel like he'd be too much of a player."

"Better to find out now than later," Ann teased. "Come on, you have to talk to one of them. We're not leaving until you at least say hi to one."