"Look to your left." Said the voice in my ear.
I stop, twiddle my ear piece and look to the left.
"Look for a tall man sitting down, with dark brown hair wearing a black coat and grey jeans." I spot him and examine him closely. He doesn't look too difficult.
"Now, walk over to him and ask if the seat next to him if spare." The voice instructs me.
I walk over, my head held high, my hair covering my ears, and most importantly, my ear piece.
"Excuse me," I say, smiling at the man. "Is this seat taken?"
The man shakes his head, returning the smile.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" I ask him.
"Go ahead." He replies.
I drop my bag on the floor and sit down in the wooden chair.
"Ask him his name." I hear through my ear piece.
"So, what's your name?" I ask the man. He looks up and smiles at me again.
"Dan Howell." He says. "Yours?"
"Hannah Riley." I say, my leg twitching with anticipation.
"Well Hannah, it's nice to meet you." He says smoothly, shaking my hand.
"You too." I reply confidently. He runs his eyes over my face and body, obviously trying to guess what I did for a living.
"Lunch break from work?" He asks.
"Something like that."
"So, what do you do for a living?'
"I work in a Solicitor's office." I lie. I'm a good liar; it kinda comes with the job. If you're not good, then you're screwed. "How about you?"
"I make YouTube videos for a living." He says, his eyes bright. He clearly loves his job. "Well, if I ever need help with any legal issues, then I know where to come" He winks at me.
"And if I ever need help with any YouTube related issues, then I also know where to go." I quip back, grinning.
"Ask him where he lives." The voice in my ear startles me.
"So, where do you live? I haven't seen you around here before."
"I live in South Kensington' He replies. "Well, being an internet person, I don't tend to get out much." He laughs and I laugh too. It's going well. This is going to be an easy job.
"Well, when you do decide you want to see daylight then you'd be welcome to join me." I say.
"I may have to take you up on that." He smiles lazily. "Can I get you a drink?"
I shake my head, indicating a no.
"Well, can I get your number instead of a Latte?"
"Perhaps." I say, grabbing a napkin and writing down my phone number. "Do I get yours in return?"
"Very good." The voice in my ear says, loud enough so I can hear it but quiet enough so that no one else can.
"Of course you can." He replies, also writing his down. We swap the napkins over and I put mine into my handbag while he puts his into his jeans pocket.
"Leave now." I hear the voice say and I obey, standing up.
"Well, it was nice to meet you Dan." I say. "I'll see you around?"
"Yep. Soon I hope?"
"Whenever you're ready. I'm a free agent." Not quite. "Bye!" I'm halfway down the coffee shop before he replies.
"Bye Hannah!" He calls out.
I smile to myself. This will be too easy.
*AUTHORS NOTES*
Pretty short, I must admit, but it will get better. I think.
For anyone randomly reading I have 2 other DanFics, so check them out, if you want! Thanks!
~ClaireDeLlama >•<
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