Summary: It started with spilt coffee on his shirt.
Characters: Callen/OC
Rating: T for mild swearing (rating may change later on)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
Chapter 1
Today, it was his day to get coffee for him and Sam. A simple black no sugar coffee for himself, a coffee with milk, one sugar and an extra shot of espresso for the bigger man. He never understood why people wanted to make their coffee's more complicated then they needed to be. As he drove along the front line of shops he slowed his car down to a gentle stop across the road from a coffee shop he'd never seen before.
Quirking an eyebrow he took note of the few amount of people inside and shrugged. "What the hell." He checked he had money, that his keys were in his hands and that his car was locked before venturing across the road and into the store.
It was a nice small place that seemed comfortable if he were to stay longer then was necessary to order, pay and leave with the coffees. Small clusters of chairs sat around finely spaced tables with plenty of room to relax.
Inside were a couple groups of school children, both boys and girls, chatting and laughing loudly to each other. A few people in business suits were either on phones, reading papers or busy paying and leaving with paper cups.
The counter where the drinks were made sat at the left hand side and he turned, meaning to head to the cashier when a crash was heard and something smashed into him, spilling hot liquid over him. His hands shot up as he jumped back, giving a manly yelp. "Oh god," a woman muttered.
When he looked up it was to the horrified expression of a petite blonde haired woman with brown eyes. "I am so, so sorry," she said instantly falling to the floor to pick up the two now empty cups. "Really," she carried on, now standing back up to face him. "I am so, so, so sorry."
Callen pulled at his shirt to stop the liquid getting to his skin. He tried to offer her a small laugh, "It's fine. Just an accident. Don't worry about it."
"No, no, no it's not. Come on," she nodded her to the back of the store and he followed her to a sink in the corner. He watched as she wrung a cloth and handed it over to him. "Here."
"Thanks, but seriously, don't worry about it." He was left alone as she was called away by who he assumed was her boss, and told to carry on delivering drinks and collecting empty cups. The manager headed over to him for a few minutes to offer him apologies and complimentary drinks on the house to apologise. "Thank you but it was just an accident. No permanent damage done."
His phone buzzed fifteen minutes later and he pulled it out to hear Sam on the other end, complaining about Callen's supposed lateness. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
"Yeah, I woke up in a world where my partner's late with my morning coffee that is long overdue."
"Well maybe you should get more sleep, that way you'd be less cranky."
"I'm not cranky."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
Callen opened his mouth to reply but caught sight of the woman who'd spilt coffee on him standing just a few feet away, trying to look nonchalant. "I'm leaving now." He hung up and handed her the cloth back. When she opened her mouth to apologise, he was certain of it, he held his hand up, "Don't worry about it. I'll just take my coffee and go if that's alright? It was just a freak accident."
"Okay," she said. "What would you like? They're on the house by the way."
"Two coffees, one black, the other with one sugar, to go, thanks." As he waited for her to make his drinks, he couldn't help but rub at his shirt. His light grey shirt was now darker down most of his front, meaning he'd have to change his shirt when he finally got to work.
"Here. Once again, I'm sorry for crashing into you."
He waved her off with a smile as he grabbed the two cups. "It's fine, honestly."
She seemed to accept his and finally offered him a smile, "Well thanks for coming. I do hope you come back again."
Callen nodded as he left. It was when he was stopped at a set of traffic lights that he finally got a chance to have a small sip. He stopped concentrating on the red light for a moment to take another sip. "Huh," he said as a final assumption. That was some damn good coffee.
The light changed to green and when he finally put Sam's coffee down in front of him, the taller man immediately noticed the stained shirt. "Did you have a fight with a coffee machine or something?"
He shrugged, "Something like that." As he walked to the locker room, sipping coffee as he went, he made a mental note to re-visit for another coffee.
