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Lizzie stood looking at a tall, dark haired man who she had to admit was actually handsome. He ignored her completely, focusing on whatever was on his phone. He looked up at her, almost as if he hadn't heard her to begin with. She had grown to like him a little. A very little.

He had never said more than hello and goodbye, until Friday. Friday, she became convinced he was the worst person in the world.

"The usual?" She waited for a few moments. He ignored her. "Sir?"

"Sorry. What did you say?" His voice was smooth, like it was used to covering things up, but she wasn't fooled.

"Large, black, just like every day this week." He looked as if she had read his mind.

"Yeah. Do I know you?"

"Same thing every for the past week. You come in glued to your phone and in a suit. I've gotten used to reading people. You are a businessman, comes from money, runs a successful family company, and isn't used to getting her own coffee. Was I right?"

"Yeah. William Darcy."

"Lizzie Bennet."

"You haven't heard of me?" He seemed surprised.

"Nope." She popped the 'pe', just for emphasis.

"Thats new. I've noticed you, just so you know." He blushed a little.

"What?" It was her turn to be shocked.

"Well, you, um." He started to stutter and his phone went off. "Sorry." He sent a text message.

"Well let me guess about you, Lizzie Bennet. Full time student, massive debts, and a worthless major." He looked at her with a seemingly clueless look. "Was I right?"

She poured his coffee and handed it to him. "Fifth grade teacher, no debts, majored in childhood development. I'm just working here for the week to take over for my sister, who's sick." She had to restrain herself from dumping the coffee onto him. "Here's your coffee. Try not burn yourself. NEXT!"