So I'm reposting all my chapters before I post the next chapter. I just wanted to correct some mistakes, and make a few minuscule changes. As always I don't own Lie To Me, or any of its components.
Enjoy!
Ria slid the money over the counter, her phone pressed to her ear. The barista smiled and handed her the coffee. She tried to smile back, but Loker was ranting in her ear about aliens and government conspiracy.
"What exactly is happening?" She asked, trying to balance her coffee and purse. "No, Loker, I don't want to be on camera. What are you-"
Her argument with Loker was promptly cut off by the tall figure she'd just walked into and the hot coffee, now spilt all over her hand.
"Damn it! Ugh, gotta go." She growled, hanging up.
The figure, a young man, was immediately apologetic.
"Aww man, I am such a cluts. I – ugh Jesus - I left my opposable thumbs home. Here let me buy you another one." He said, reaching for some paper napkins.
"No, it's ok." Ria sighed.
"No, really, it's not." He insisted, turning back to the barista. "Here. Another one of what I just spilled and a, uh, raspberry tart. You ok with raspberry?" he asked, with a small smile.
Ria paused for a moment before smiling back.
"Yeah, sure."
Ria sipped her new coffee as Martin walked with her through the parking lot. She was trying to explain her job to him. He seemed to think it was a lot more interesting than it really was.
"A lot of action huh?"
"Nah, usually just dull stuff. Little old ladies smuggling perfume, you know?"
He grinned, glancing at her.
"Well maybe dull is good. Whatever you're doing now seems to be stressing you out."
Just like with the raspberry tart, he'd hit the nail on the head.
"Yeah, it's ironic. Uh, I'm usually the one to read people but you're right. I am stressed." She admitted as they reached his van
"Well, you need to relax." He said, tossing his bag into the back. "You know, I'm going to a concert tonight. Mostly Vivaldi. You want to come?"
Ria grinned and ducked her head, pretending to hesitate. She already knew her answer. Martin was cute, charming and could apparently hold his own against her lie detector job.
He smiled that quirky half smile of his. He almost seemed bashful.
"It doesn't have to be like a date or anything you know. You could meet me there."
She was sold. Smiling at him she shook herself out of her thoughts and nodded.
"No. Yeah, yeah I'd really like to go. Let me give you my number."
She balanced her coffee and purse on to roof of the car next to them and pulled out a pen. Scribbling her number on one of the napkins he had given her she looked back up at him.
He grinned openly at her and shut his van door.
"Great. So I'll call you later. Concert starts at 8, at The Fillmore."
"Yeah, I know the place. So I'll see you tonight."
"Can't wait." he chuckled, climbing into his van. He waved once more before driving off.
Ria smiled and walked on to her own car.