Slipping into the unknown

Hello, um, coffee?

Hearing the door chime, signifying someone was coming in or leaving, I glanced up to see who it could possibly be. Seeing the familiar figure walking in, I smiled. Once he walked in, he returned my smile and sat down at the bar. 

He had a smug, cheesy 'rich' person face as he spoke to me. "Helllooooooooo. I'd like the finest cup of coffee you have here madame." He pinched his invisible mustache while talking.

"Well of course Frank, I make the finest coffee you've ever tasted." I smirked back at him, returning his upper-class attitude. 

He flipped the cup over happily, grinning largely as he saw me grab the coffee pot. Turning to face him with the coffee pot in my hands, he started to pant like a dog. I giggled as his face trying to be serious while doing that action. 

I didn't notice it, but the mysterious man in the corner moved at that point. His head titled closer to the outside, leaving the back of his head visible around the cushion in the booth. 

Pouring the coffee into his cup, Frank howled softly like a dog, and cheered. 

"Oh thank you. I am eternally grateful now, and am in your debt." He grinned at me as I stood on the other side of the counter, still smirking. 

"Well you were such a good boy asking for the coffee I couldn't resist. I do however take credit, debt, and cash; any time works really." He giggled at my joke, barking softly to extend the length of his dog joke. 

"So," He moved his hand closer to mine that was laying on the counter. "have you had a fun time this morning so far?" His voice was genuine as he asked me. 

"Oh yea, it's been great. I met Ray and Patrick, they both work here, and I can tell I'm also going to be really good friends with them." He slid his hand closer to mine, practically having our hands side to side. 

Patrick, as if hearing me say his name, walked out from the kitchen. I didn't see him, being  faced Frank and leaning slightly over the counter. I was shocked, looking over immediately as Pat plopped down beside me, also facing Frank.

I chuckled seeing him put his fists under his chin, like a little child hearing a story he was very excited about. "Haha, speaking of Patrick; Pat, Frank, Frank, Pat." I gestured between the two when saying their names.

"Ooooooh." Pat was grinning like a school girl at this point. "So you're Frank. You single? Or is this thing here a thing? If it is, it's so cute-I SHIP IT! I can see it now, you guys going on cute dates, me following around to see if you're fine and creepily watching; of course not when you're both having WAY too much fun, that would be extremely creepy if I were to watch. OOh I'm rambling I should give you time to answer the questions so.....Frank." With that, Pat immediately stopped talking, continuing to have his fists under his chin and his eyes wide and curious. 

Frank and I looked at each other, laughing as we watched the escapade go on. "Oh no it's fine. You're just excited which is normal I guess for meeting people." He smiled timidly as he responded.

Pat let out a high pitched squeal as Frank took a drink from his coffee, and turned to whisper something in my ear. "I'd hit. He's about as attractive as the mystery man in the corner. But of course, smaller stature." He giggled as he spoke. If I didn't know it was just his personality, I would've thought he was tipsy from the way he was acting all morning. 

Frank cleared his throat, and I looked over to him. "So, how are you going to get to your other job?" 

"Oh." I could already sense where this was going to go. "Actually Bren is  going to drive me there."

Upon hearing this, his brow furrowed and he looked disgruntled. "Are you sure? My car's outside already and your shift is almost done here anyway. We can stop off for lunch somewhere before the job."

"Oh thank you for the offer, but I'm fine. We can do that tomorrow if you'd like? Bren's probably already going out of his way to pick me up and I don't even have his number to cancel, and if he got here I'd feel badly for cancelling on him." I smiled blissfully at him, slowly slipping my hand into his. 

He looked down at our hands entwined, then back at me smiling. "Ok. Do you have a pen?"

Saying yes, I grabbed the pen out of my pocket and handed it to him. He pulled his unused napkin more towards him, and started scribbling away on it. 

Hearing the noise if glass hitting glass, I looked towards where the noise came from. I glanced over at the mysterious man in the corner booth, seeing the coffee cup placed by the side of the table. He rose to his full height, continuing to tower over everything. Head tilted downwards, he walked towards the doors with hair covering his face, and his book in the other way. 

Glancing towards me, I saw striking blue eyes watching me from behind his jet black hair, and a smirk playing at his lips. Grabbing the door handle, he pushed open the door and left. I heard a thud as he was in between both doorways and the door was closing. I could tell the thud was from him bumping into someone else or someone bumping into him.

I could care less of who it was at the moment, lost in thought about this mysterious guy. What was his deal, did he even pay? Why is he doing this whole 'whoo me I'm mysterious' act? Is it insecurities? I just think it's the town at this point. Everything seems to be a tad off, I'm not going to come out and say the cliche 'I'm going to get to the bottom of this', but it's essentially that. I don't want to jinx myself about anything that the future may hold by saying that.

<Thoughts? good chapter? Can you guys guess who the mysterious man is yet? Anyway, thank you for reading! Hope you have a good day/night/hour/life. Laterz!>