Adopting an ugly dog... Taking me in... Cooking... [i]So basically.[/i] She thought, [i]he's the type of guy my grandmother would have liked to see me with. [/i] It was almost too bad she had her sights set on someone else. Deblin arched her back slightly and smiled. "Night owl? Yeah, definitely-- but just to enforce that fact, wanna go for coffee?". She'd been coming off as the sullen and quiet type for sure-- and probably could keep that up because of her injuries and 'trauma'. But honestly, the night hours automatically focused her. By two in the morning she would be sharp as a rifle. And then maybe around six AM she would slowly taper off and become dead to the world. They went to the cafe and they sipped at pair of steaming cups. He smiled after a moment of watching her fiddle around with the umpteenth packet of creamer and said: "Have some coffee with your bucket of cream?" She looked down into her cup guiltily, but then tasted it and decided it was worth the embarrassment of having adding at least some sugar. She liked sweet things. He grinned. [i]Nice smile.[/i] Suddenly a pang of alarm hit her. [i]Wait no. Not nice. Easy girl. Easy. Remember the reason you're in Miami to begin with. And remember you still have to pin that fucker Zero...[/i] Deblin coughed and then said, "So, anything interesting happen on campus?" His eyes lit up and for about an hour or so they chattered away about what she had missed while she had been away. Turns out a lot. What a few months away from studies could do to a girl. [i]Urgh. I'd better start cracking open the books...Actually...[/i] "Hey Michael? Will you let me sit in on one of your classes? Y'know as an audit..." "Michaellllll. Oh, we've missed you since last night are you okay?" asked a Barista in pink lips and smokey eye makeup-- she dawned an apron but otherwise, sported shiny club gear under. Deblin was suddenly very interested in the contents of her mug and ducked her head. The less people knew about her and the connection to what happened in that motel, the better. "Some of the other girls and I haven't seen you spin at the club down on 13th st in a while..." she pouted and then leaned over "we miss you" she added in a baby doll voice. From this angle, Deblin caught a good eyeful of exposed hip-- and a little crown tattoo just were the side of the apron didn't cover. The woman poured more coffee into his cup. Deblin squinted at the tattoo. [i]A king's crown...Why is that familiar?[/i] The two of them exchanged some words and then when she left the table Deblin's eyes were left lingering after her. Michael arched a brow. [i]Yeah... I guess that did seem a little lesbian of me... Meh...[/i] "So... she ... seems nice?" --------------- "He cooks? Yikes. You guys should just have sex now and get it over with." "Yikes..." Deblin looked cautiously over her shoulder, making sure she wasn't being over heard. "Yikes, doesn't even begin to cover it, Garth. He adopted a stray dog...just what in the hell am I supposed to do with that?" "... Look if you don't want him, send him over my way--- please." "I'm fairly sure he doesn't play for your team, bub." "That's too bad." Deblin thought about this a moment, and decided she disagreed. "He's a nice guy. I feel bad for duping him like this-- and saying that. I'm going to need a few things delivered in the morning..." "Sure thing sweetheart. Guns and panties it is!" "I'm serious G., what Zero pulled back there--" "No. That little bitch is already going down. Relax, I was just thinking that while you had a moment alone with Saint Michael there..." his tone trailed off suggestively. "Not this time." Deblin waved over across the room at Michael and motioned to him that she'd be just another moment. She had waited patiently for him to slip into the men's room before she made her way to the pay phone. "Still got it bad for your mystery guy, huh?" "He's not a mystery, he's an enigma." "No honey. How you wear your hair in the morning to the office, [i]that[/i] is an enig--eni... you get the idea. Shit. It's way too late over here on the west coast. I'll have your parcel delivered to you 8 am sharp. You ready to memorize these coordinates?" Deblin closed her eyes and pressed a hand to the side of her mouth. She liked to rehearse the information out loud and didn't want to run the risk of someone reading her lips. Got it. 8 am ... Sheesh that was early. She guessed she'd have to sleep early or not at all in order to get there in time. She hung up the phone and then strode over to Micheal who was busy carting their trash over to a bin. "Michael... I'm sorry. I've kinda had a change of heart... mind if I sleep in? I wanted to get an early start on tomorrow."