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She doesn't understand why he won't just come in.

Margaret watches as he stares at the shop's sign, then he walks to the giant windows and looks through them. She pretends to be looking through the cash register whenever his eyes land on her. He then walks back to the front of the shop, rubbing the back of his head as if in deep thought.

She tries to think of ways to get him to enter.

Calling him over would scare him away, Margaret knows that much. She wants to make it seem like she had no idea he is even there.

It feels odd to her, once Margaret thinks about it. It's like trying to persuade a lost puppy to come along with you. Especially since she knows very well this puppy's got an owner.

Margaret thinks back to his favorite things when it finally hits her.

Making sure to time it perfectly, Margaret goes into the back when he's looking up at the sign. When he goes to look through the window, Margaret reappears with a decently sized slice of chocolate cake.

She places the cake on the counter and looks up into the windows to see him staring. She pretends to be surprised to see him, and she shyly waves a hello.

He waves back, embarrassed.

For a brief moment, Margaret panics. He shouldn't be there and she shouldn't be trying to get him to come in and talk to her. But if that were the case, and if it were imperative that they stay away from each other, why is he there?

Margaret didn't force him to come. Margaret didn't force him to open the door to the Coffee Shop and go to her. It's amazing how free will works.

He smiles all the way up to the counter, and Margaret smiles back.

"Hello sir, I'm guessing you want the special today?"

Margaret pushes the chocolate dessert towards him. He looks down and laughs.

"You'd be guessing right," he responds. He reaches into his pocket, but Margaret halts him.

"New customers get one free dessert," she says.

He seems pleased and Margaret hands him a fork. He takes the utensil and digs in. She wonders how far she can push before pushing too far. Margaret starts with the basics.

"I'm Margaret by the way," she says, motioning for him to sit on the stool.

He makes an amused face at her name and rubs the back of his head. It almost makes Margaret smile.

He holds out his hand and introduces himself when Margaret takes it.

"Mordecai."

"Mordecai?" Margaret repeats. She makes sure to use a teasing tone, to reassure Mordecai's she's just being silly, and he picks it up right away.

"Hey!" Mordecai feigns offense, "it's a family name!"

Margaret snickers, "Glad I'm not in your family."

Mordecai laughs and playfully narrows his eyes.

"Is this how you treat all your new customers, Margaret? Lure them in here with cake and insult their names?"

"It's company policy," Margaret says, dead serious. While Mordecai laughs she holds up a pot of coffee. "Want some?"

Mordecai nods 'yes' and Margaret proceeds to pour the coffee into a medium sized cup. She plops in two sugar cubes and one quick pour of cream and hands the coffee to Mordecai.

"How'd you know how I like my coffee?"

In that moment, Margaret feels her heart leap. In a good way and a bad way. The sight of Mordecai rubbing his head again, this time with a slightly pained expression, tells her she needs to be careful.

She shrugs. "Just a feeling. I'm pretty good at reading people."

He smirks.

"Margaret, The Psychic Waitress," Mordecai sips at his coffee.