"Excuse me, but, c-can I sit here?"
Adriel looks up from his laptop, expecting to see a coworker. If she was, he had yet to meet her. He would have remembered.
In the time it takes him to try to figure out how he knows her, she begins again. "I can try to be flirty by saying that its really busy in here and there are no tables, but I'm not very good at it, and you're probably taken, so in the interest of not sitting alone, can I sit here?"
He knows he should say something, offer her a chair, but her nervousness is so enchanting. The scarf on her neck practically begs him to reach out and pull it tight around her neck, forcing her mouth a breath away from his.
"Never mind," she shakes her head slightly, sending her long, golden hair over one shoulder. "This was silly, I'm just new in to
