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Napkin

A/N: Probably the shortest of all,don't mind don't mind ;)

I've never understood why the seats by the windows are so popular at cafeterias. The truth is that you're putting yourself on show for the world. If you think you're the viewer who can sit and laugh at those outside stumbling through the harsh rain or sweating in the burning sun, then you're mistaken; they're looking just as much at you.

When I have my tea, I want to sit in peace and enjoy it while reading the paper. But this Tuesday should prove not only to leave me without a paper because I dropped it in a puddle on my way from work, but also I would find no peace after having ordered my tea at Costa. It was a busy day. I think every day at Costa is busy, but because of the weather everyone came in to have cake or a sandwich or some chocolaty thing to stuff their face with because no one carries an umbrella with them. I do, so I'd not hurried to the place and when I arrived, all the seats were taken. By the time my tea was done, however, a couple by the window got up and left, and I hesitatingly sat down and put my cup next to their garbage (why is it grown ups forget how to clean up after themselves when in public?). I unzipped my wet coat and hung it on the backrest of the chair before I leaned in to blow at my hot tea. I could smell the light earl grey already and for a moment every ounce of annoyance in my body disappeared. Then an idiot stopped outside the window.

Restaurants normally have menu put up outside so that people don't have to enter and sit down and claim a table just to realise that they don't want what the place serves. For some reason a lot of cafeterias don't do that. Instead they have the menu hanging above the coffee makers. Then you can stand in line and decide what you want to have as well as be tempted by their cakes. But what if you don't know the cafeteria? What if you're not sure it's worth standing in line for?

Well, this guy surely didn't know what Costa is. Because of this I immediately assumed him to be a tourist. That and his rude behaviour. Instead of entering the place, he kept standing right next to me outside the window while he tried to spot the menu through the glass. He was shadowing my table and I tried to keep gazing at my tea hoping that he would soon walk away. But he didn't.

After what felt like an eternity I looked up and took in his look; he was a tall, broad shouldered man with a tan, blue eyes, blonde hair and no umbrella. He was wet. Dripping to say the least, and his glasses were of little help in this weather. He was wearing a tight shirt with some smart brand-name on it which I didn't recognise, but I did notice the muscles he was showing off as the fabric of his shirt was clinging onto his skin. I stared at his abs for a while. Then I looked back up at his face.

Back then I didn't know his name, but I know it now; it's Alfred. Alfred Jones straight out of America. As he saw me looking, he gave me a dorky smile and shrugged as if to apologise for being in my way. Still he didn't move but just kept glancing towards the menu which he couldn't read. I waved for him to come in, but he didn't see it. Finally I knocked on the glass and caught his attention. He blinked at me and smiled.

"Get in," I said, but he didn't move out of the spot. He looked at me oddly. I rolled my eyes and waved at him, but he just waved back at me. Annoyed I pushed my cup of tea out of the way as I grabbed the pencil I had in the pocket of my coat and looked around. I found that the couple before me had left a bunch of napkins in between their garbage. I peeled one out and wrote on it:

They serve coffee.

I slammed the napkin to the window and watched as the guy outside read it. Then he pointed to his lips. I wrinkled my brows confused, but as he started chewing on the air, I understood and turned the napkin around to write:

Cake. They have cakes.

As he saw my answer, he seemed well pleased, but still he looked towards the menu again. People were still walking in and out of the place. It was starting to get rather crowded in here. I suppose that was why he didn't want to walk in, but I couldn't help but to think that if he actually walked in, he would quickly decide whether or not he wanted to stay. Instead he just stood outside like a moron - a moron ruining my view.