Coffee Moment (a Matthew Gray Gubler fan fiction)

Accident

Alexandra : Are you done yet? - AG

Olivia : Nope, still interviewing and btw, how many times do I have to remind you that it isn't necessary to put your initials after you finish texting? I know who you are, Alexandra.

Alexandra : I insist to - AG

Alexandra : Because that is how they do in Sherlock - AG

Olivia : Oh god, not again...

Alexandra : Actually, should I change my last name to Holmes? Does Alexandra Holmes sound good to you? - AG

Olivia : NO! Ain't nobody got time for Alexandra Holmes! Keep it as Alexandra Glen. Jeez.

Alexandra : Fine. I m gonna grab some food from Starbucks. Call me when you are done. - AG

Olivia : Kay : )

Alexandra : What is : )-AG

Olivia : Tilt your head to your left side. It is a smiley face. I don't really know how you can be such a smart girl and graduate with highest honors in law and psychology while you don't have any idea when it comes to text talk.

Alexandra : Hey, I am not some journalist that work for BuzzFeed. - AG

Olivia : I know all the text talks BEFORE I work in BuzzFeed. Any way, Simon Baker is almost back. Do you want a signature from him?

Alexandra : Nah. But if you see any cast from Criminal Minds, please do get one. -AG

Olivia : Sherlock and Criminal Minds trash...

Alexandra : ? - AG

Olivia : nvm, ttyl. (doubt you would even understand that)

I roll my eyes. Yeah, she is right. I don't even know what that means. I'm going to search that once I have found a seat in Starbucks. Yes, Olivia is a journalist who works for BuzzFeed and I am a law and psychology graduate with first honor who hasn't been employed yet because I still haven't been looking for jobs as I have no idea what to do with my life. I know how to play the piano and the flute, maybe I can be a musician. I study law, maybe I can be a lawyer. I study psychology, mabe I can be a psychologist. My father is the founder of the Glen Enterprise which I am sure he wants me to be the heir of the company. There are just too many options and I can't make my decision. And not to mention all the pressure that my family gives me, makes it even harder. I sigh with the thought and walk across the street where the Starbucks locates. Sometimes, I just hate how people know what to do with their lives. Like Olivia, she is my best friend whom I have known for five years (we met in university), she is a journalist and she is now interviewing Simon Baker in the CBS studio. See, she knows which direction she is going and she is happy and determined. Whereas me... I'm a loser.... I frown but keep on walking.

As I was about to walk into the store, I feel a hot liquid pouring all over me which I at first feel numb but two seconds later, I can literally feel the hot liquid, which I am pretty sure is coffee, steaming off on my skin. I yelp with pain.

'Oh my god! I am so sorry... Let me help you.' I hear this oddly familiar male voice but I can't see because my glasses have fallen on the floor when this guy bumped into me.

'Yeah, it's alright.' I pull the blouse away from my body to avoid it sticking to me. Oh... And did I mention that my blouse is white and I didn't wear anything underneath it except a bra? Okay, I probably did not but now you know, then you can probably imagine how embarrassing it is for me.

'Um... Let me get some tissue.' I heard him walking up to the counter asking the barista for some tissue. I must look really bad. I heard his footsteps louder which I believe he is walking back to my side. Then there is a sound of glasses cracking.

'Are... Do you wear glasses?' He asks while helping me.

'Yeah but they have fallen on the floor?' I suggest.

'OH... I think I might have stepped onto them?' he says.

'Great.' I think without saying it out loud.

'Yeah...' I am busy doing all the clean up.

'I am so sorry. I didn't do it on purpose.' he apologizes with sincerity.

'Yeah, I know...'

'Um... Actually my office is right across the street and I think there might be a costume for you to get changed.... Maybe you would want to go?' he suggests.

'Erm... I think I must look really bad but I have no idea who you are and where you work. You could be a serial killer for all I know.' That is what you learn from watching Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Mentalist, Castle blah blah blah. 'I don't really know you and just so that you know, statistically the crime rate in Los Angeles that regards violent crime is actually 408.2 per 100000 people. How can I ensure that you are not one of the 408.2 people?' I ask.

'You sound like someone.' he chuckles.

'Can we go back to our subject?' I ask.

'Yeah, um... If I tell you that I work for the CBS, will it gain you my trust?' he asks.

'Haha, I work for FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit as a supervisory special agent.' I roll my eyes and say with sarcasm.

He immediately gives me something to hold in my hands which seems to be a card. 'This is my ID. Have a close look.' he says. I put the card close to my eyes, when I mean close to my eyes, I mean really close to my eyes that it can almost touch my lashes and I can see the word CBS on the top of the card. Ok, he isn't lying.

'But the thing is, you can work for the CBS and still be a serial killer.' I return the card to him. 'And you can do this on purpose and use this as a bait...' he stops me. 'My name is Matthew Gray Gubler, does that gain your trust?'