'Look to your left' said the voice in my ear.

I stop, twiddle my ear piece and look to the left.

'Look for a tall man sitting down, with dark brown hair wearing a black coat and grey jeans'. I spot him and examine him closely. He doesn't look too difficult.

'Now, walk over to him and ask if the seat next to him if spare' the voice instructs me.

I walk over, my head held high, my hair covering my ears, and most importantly, my ear piece.

'Excuse me' I say, smiling at the man. 'Is this seat taken?'

The man shakes his head, returning the smile.

'Do you mind if I sit here?' I ask him.

'Go ahead' he replies.

I drop my bag on the floor and sit down in the wooden chair.

'Ask him his name' I hear through my ear piece.

'So, what's your name?' I ask the man. He looks up and smiles at me again.

'Dan Howell' he says. 'Yours?'

'Hannah Riley' I say, my leg twitching with anticipation.

'Well Hannah, it's nice to meet you' he says smoothly, shaking my hand.

'You too' I reply confidently. He runs his eyes over my face and body, obviously trying to guess what I did for a living.

'Lunch break from work?' he asks.

'Something like that'.

'So, what do you do for a living?'

'I work in a Solicitor's office' I lie. I'm a good liar; it kinda comes with the job. If you're not good, then you're screwed. 'How about you?'

'I make YouTube videos for a living?' he says, his eyes bright. He clearly loves his job. 'Well, if I ever need help with any legal issues, then I know where to come' he winks at me.

'And if I ever need help with any YouTube related issues, then I also know where to go' I quip back, grinning.

'Ask him where he lives' the voice in my ear startles me.

'So, where do you live? I haven't seen you around here before'.

'I live in South Kensington' he replies. 'Well, being an internet person, I don't tend to get out much' he laughs and I laugh too. It's going well. This is going to be an easy job.

'Well, when you do decide you want to see daylight then you'd be welcome to join me' I say.

'I may have to take you up on that' he smiles lazily. 'Can I get you a drink?'

I shake my head, indicating a no.

'Well, can I get your number instead of a Latte?'

'Perhaps' I say, grabbing a napkin and writing down my phone number. 'Do I get yours in return?'

'Very good' the voice in my ear says, loud enough so I can hear it but quiet enough so that no one else can.

'Of course you can' he replies, also writing his down. We swap the napkins over and I put mine into my handbag while he puts his into his jeans pocket.

'Leave now' I hear the voice say and I obey, standing up.

'Well, it was nice to meet you Dan' I say. 'I'll see you around?'

'Yep. Soon I hope?'

'Whenever you're ready. I'm a free agent'. Not quite. 'Bye!' I'm halfway down the coffee shop before he replies.

'Bye Hannah!' he calls out.

I smile to myself. This will be too easy.