Miles sighed, walking into the coffee shop just down the street from the court house. He had never truly been a regular at any one coffee shop before, just gone wherever was convenient and he absolutely hated to tell anybody the real reason why he went to this particular one. Upon being asked he would simply explain that they brewed the best coffee and he did need a cup in the morning. He was no where near as reliant on coffee as Godot, however. He did not think anybody could be.
In truth, the reason why he went to this particular coffee shop was not how they brewed it, but a man who worked there and every time Miles saw the man, his face would unmistakably light up. It was everything about him from his thick British accent that seemed rather refreshing and new in California, his oddly shaped hair, his thick, red glasses that only slightly blurred his view of his large, hazel eyes.
As always, the coffee shop was next to empty at this time besides for the man himself stood behind the counter drying some coffee cups who spun around at the sound of the opening door.
"Oh! Mr Edgeworth!" He exclaimed with a resounding smile "Are you having your usual?"
Miles nodded, unable to form too many words due to being flustered by the presence of the man "Oh.. um, yes. Yes please."
"Of course, let me guess, taking it away due to having some important courtroom business to attend to?" He asked, his eyes widening with intrigue.
"Yes, as important as ever." Miles said, taking more notice of watching the man scribble something onto the cup.
"Yes, well, working in law does sound incredibly exciting. I am sure either way you will have a far more interesting day than me!" He said with a small laugh, handing the cup to him. "Anyway, there you go, Mr Edgeworth. Enjoy!"
Miles thanked him and left, his cheeks still flushed with colour even when he was halfway down the street. He took a sip of coffee and remembered the man had left a note for him. "Good luck, ace prosecutor! D. Sycamore x"
As much as he appreciated his well wishes, his luck was wasted. He lost the case by some margin because he was somewhat sidetracked. All that played on his mind was "What could D stand for? He does not seem like a Derek or a David... Perhaps his name is Daniel. Maybe Desmond or Drew? Daniel seems most fitting. Daniel Sycamore..." Once settling that in his own mind he could not focus, however. He began to ask himself "What does the x even mean? A friendly kiss he would give to everyone? Does he like me? Miles Edgeworth-Sycamore... No! Stop these unnecessary feelings, you do not even know the man. This is distracting, cast these thoughts aside. Miles Sycamore-Edgeworth...?"