She followed the two down the coridoor and into the cafe, jeebs, that boy Fox could eat a lot, Polly opened her purse, could she really afford an expensive coffee? Fuck it, this was celebration time.
"Cappacino please, and erm. make it Irish"
She winked at the cashire and tuned into the conversation just in time to hear Fox say; 'Are you like a drug dealer?'
"Why? do you need hooked up? I know a few..."
She trailed off as it became apparent this was not what they were discussing, Alex was a desighner, and trying to avoid the subject, had he not told Fox yet? She didn't want to make the situation awkward for him so smilled and said:
"I am from New York anyway, just, difficult circumstances at my old place, you know how it is... Pervey landlord, loud neighbors, no hot water..."
She plopped down on the comfy sofa and supped her coffee, enjoying the caffine and liquer mix. She had never been in this cafe before, but it was nice, modern, quiet and most importantly it had big couches. She patted the place next to her and invited one of the lads to come and sit by her, she didn't know if she liked any of them yet, there was no doubting Fox was very attractive, and Alex was gay and in a relationship, which made him a achallenge for her, but not neccasarily one she wanted to take, yet, and then there was Mark, who had a beard, but she geussed was probably quite intelligent. She hadn't spoken to the other lass enough to decide what she thought, but her last lover had been a girl, surely it was only fair to go for a lad next.
"So, you have 'Sam'..."
"What about you guys? Got lovley women waiting for your return at home?"