Eau de Coffee [Invite Only]

Great. "It's fine." His reply was curt and he was sure he would feel bad about it later, but at that moment he just wanted to be away from all that mess. He had no extra clothes back at the station and if he went back home to change, his shift would be over before he even managed to get back. Perhaps if he called the station and let the Sheriff know what was going on, they could possibly lend him something. Luckily his phone was still inside his vehicle and not under his soaked clothing. Otherwise, he would have truly been pissed beyond recognition.

His cellular device was almost like an extension of himself and one he took great pride in keeping in mint condition. “Could you go grab a few more napkins?” He did his best to sound nicer than before, seeing as she was just a teenager and probably hadn't been watching where she was going. His brother tended to go off tangent sometimes and they had both bumped into one another plenty of times. “There should be some near the entrance.”

The thing that bothered him the most about the current situation was that he had dropped his guard not that he was coated with cofee. He had grown complacent and had essentially caused the entire thing. It wasn't fair of him to pile all the blame on one teenager. Even if she had been at fault, even just a bit. He was the adult and as such, he should act like one. Not sink down to the level of a child, so to speak.“I apologize for my abhorrent behavior miss. As you can see, I'm not having the best day, today.”

Tag: Lydia Martin
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She returned, napkins in hand, ready to help him during his current predicament. So perhaps his anger had been a little foolhardy and rash. Despite the circumstance in which he had managed to bump into the beautiful teenager. He took a few off her own hand and dabbed at the left leg of his pants. There wasn't much to be done about the clothes, he was going to have to wash them later, regardless, but if he could dry them enough to drive, his mood would increase considerably. He didn't want to anger the sheriff or the deputies because of a coffee stain in the upholstery.

While her tempt to reconcile for her error was appreciated, he simply couldn't accept the offer. “Not to worry, I can afford the replacement coffees.” What he couldn't afford was the embarrassment of entering the establishment with a large coffee stain all over his person. “But I would appreciate it if you could go inside and get them for me? I have the cash in my wallet, I would only need to grab it out of the vehicle.”

He took his hand in hers and shook it. At least she had manners, unlike the children he had seen inside.“Thomas. Or Officer Evans. Sorry, the title is still new to me.”

Tag: Lydia Martin
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He dabbed once more at the edge of his shirt, knowing that it was a lost cause. Those napkins wouldn't be able to clean out the stains caused by all that coffee, not unless he managed to wash it first. And with their current home still in boxes, his best option was the dry-cleaners. One which he would have to hit up once his shift ended.

At her question, he wondered if he should be completely honest. People tended to trust one another more when met with absolute honesty. “Can I be completely honest and you won't judge me?” His green eyes met hers, and an uneasy washed over him. Deep in her eyes he could see nothing but pain and age well beyond her years. Had something happened that had forced her to grow up so quickly?

Shaking his head, he focused back on his original answer. He didn't have a way of explaining it all too well. Especially when the feeling still left a weight at the pit of his stomach when he thought of the reason as to why he had moved his younger brother to the tiny town hidden deep in California. “I felt this...pull to Beacon Hills.”

He probably sounded insane. No one would have uprooted their entire lives for a stupid feeling. Yet, there he was, trying to make a rather beautiful girl try and see his reasoning. “Frankly, it scared the shit out of me. Pardon my language, but I knew we had to move here.”

Thomas thought of the mass of bodies all inside, with smart phones and fingers that typed a mile a minute. Somehow, someway, he knew the coffee would come back and bite him in the ass one day.“I would rather not enter the establishment in my current predicament. It would make it a lot harder to show my face in there ever again.”

It took him all of two seconds to remember he still hadn't given her the money for the new batch of coffees. “Would you follow me to the car so that I may give you the money?”

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A look of recognition seemed to ignite within her emerald eyes at the mention of his reason. Perhaps he wasn't the only one who had felt that pull to the town and she seemed to be the person who knew all about them. He was sure now that he had done the right thing in letting her know. Perhaps Beacon Hills would prove to be an actual adventure.

The blush that spread on her cheeks had him returning a smile in kind and leading the way to the police cruiser.“It's a pretty standard order of the house coffee except for one decaf. The deputy Parrish told me to make sure to get the sheriff that one, something about a person named Stiles haunting him if he didn't.” It proved to be a funny mental image because he couldn't actually see someone bringing what looked like true fear into the eyes of an officer.

IIt made him want to meet that person and get a sense of their being. “Is there cause for concern with this person?” He could never be too careful especially when his own professional curiosity would bring him head on to the worst of situations. Fishing out the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the vehicle and walked to the driver's seat. Reaching inside he fished out his phone and his wallet, already pulling out the money to hand off to the girl to buy the drinks he needed.

IHe handed it off to her before tossing his wallet back inside and being careful not to touch the seats. “Would you mind running inside while I call the department and let them know that I might be a while?” He hoped she wouldn't get offended in his not at all discreet attempt to get her away so he could call the older Stilinski . He was bound to apologize over a hundred times to the man and he truly did not want to have her hear him drone on and on.

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The Stiles kid sounded like a great person and he couldn't wait to meet him if he ever made a stop at the department. He wondered if perhaps the girl had a closer bond with him than she was letting on but he would save her the embarrassment of asking further. Perhaps if he...no. His brother would kill him if he asked the redhead to keep a look out for him during the upcoming school quarter. It wasn't like he could be blamed, he always worried about his sibling.

Money meeting her fingers, a feeling of uneasiness washed over him, as if he was being watched. However, that was impossible, no one there had cause to keep an eye out for him. "Oh yes, please." As she walked calmly back into the establishment, he made a big show of reaching into his car for the phone. Leaning in, he scanned the perimeter but came up with nothing. Was he being paranoid?

The department number was already placed in his phone and a simple click had him connected with the deputy in no time. Parrish jokingly asked if he had gotten into an accident and as he began to recount the tale of his encounter, another call chimed in. Excusing himself momentarily he checked who else was calling him before returning to the current call. He was told to bring in the coffee and that he would be lent some of the trainee sweats that they kept in the back. He still had a few more hours in his shift so he supposed he couldn't ask to go home.

In almost no time, she was back. A goodbye and a promise to be back soon left his lips before hanging up and thanking the teen. "Thank you so much."

Tag: Lydia Martin
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