[color=blue][u][b]Copen Thorsen[/b][/u][/color]

She seemed to be okay. Copen breathed a soft sigh of relief, glancing at his cup. Empty; that was okay. Better that way so that he wouldn't have any chance of spilling any more. He quirked a blond eyebrow at her statement; ah, she didn't? He was surprised to be honest. She was quite pretty, with those light waves framing her face. "You don't, huh?" he murmured, tilting his head. Then, more loudly-

"I'm Copen. Copen Thorsen, I haven't seen you around before," he said, in that loud voice of his. Copen didn't really have a sense of volume, really. It was one of a few reasons why not many people could stand him for too long. He glanced down at his shirt and plucked at it - it was sticking to his torso. Not the most comfortable of feelings. "I must repay you for this trouble..." He glanced across at her from his shirt, a mischievous expression coming to his face as he unconsciously leaned forward a little. "Seeing as you don't have a hot date-"

And then there was another girl. A friend of hers maybe, seeing her alone in the dark with a tall man? He couldn't blame her, friend or not. There were some creepy people in this world. He straightened again to his usual stiff posture, shaking his head. Why was this stranger offering to replace the coffee...? Oh. Maybe she had a little crush? He seemed to have hit the jackpot tonight. Copen grinned. "What sort of drink are you suggesting?" he asked, as he shrugged off his jacket and offered it to Amaya. He was suddenly glad that he'd spritzed on a bit of cologne after that long shift at work. "Here. Don't want you to get cold 'cause of my silly mistake."

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