The Semi-Psychopath and The Starbucks Barista

Meet-Murder

I am, to be quite frank, having a terrible day. Those who could be classed as 'soccer moms' moaning and moaning all day long about jack. But then I see a young man walking into the shop dragging behind him a black leather bag, around 6 feet long. He looks like he's struggling but trying not to draw attention to himself.

Good luck with that mate, I think, that looks kind of suspicious, I'm gonna have to question him aren't I?

So I sigh and prepare myself for another fight as the man walks up to the counter.

"Sorry sir but I have to ask what's in your bag."

"It's a body bag," he answers simply to my surprise. Whether it's the insistence on the fact that there is a second person with him or the fact that the most argument I got was an eye roll that surprised me I'm not sure.

"Yeah but there can't be a body in there."

"Trust me there is, and I'd like to order two coffees please." he insists. Never has a person been so persistent about something like this.

"Nah stop it, I know you're kidding man."

He looks at me blankly, "Meet me in the bathroom in 5 and I'll prove it!" He propositions. Why oh why did I have to ask him?

"That... sounds like something else," I state, might as well be matter of fact about the fact that my day is going further and further downhill with every word I speak to this random stranger who just barged into my life.

"Come on now..." He drawls with a slightly more exaggerated roll of his eyes.

"So you aren't asking me to... erm."

"Absolutely not, we don't even know each other!" He looks slightly disgusted at this, the man with no morals has a heart in there somewhere. Now I'm curious...

"Ok, then quick introductions."

And with no pause, he suddenly exclaims, "HI IM LUKE AND YOU'RE WATCHING ME HIDE A DEAD BODY!"

"I now feel like I know your whole personality."

He stares blankly and adds, "I am a complex serial killer don't judge me by a meme."

"All you seem to be is like a meme so far."

"Ugh fine, bathroom? 5 minutes?"

"See you there..." I say slowly, after the joke wears off I'm kind of sceptical and feel my face heat up. I glance at him and notice that he looks the same.

"Oh and erm Luke?" I tag on.

"Yeah?"

"Here you go..."

I hand over his takeaway coffee which has the Disney channel logo written on it in place of a name.

"Thanks, Mr no name!" He laughs with a grin.

"It's Jason."

"Jason. Jaaaason. Jason. Jason. Jason," he throws around gently, "I could get used to that."