A/N: I realise a number of people are asking about updates to Secrets. I haven't given up on that fic and I've the next chapter about 50% done so hopefully I'll be able to update before the year is over.

The coffee was awful. He poured the horrid brown liquid down the sink and made a note to tell Merlin that his coffee brewing skills left much to be desired. A quick glance at the clock told him that he still had time to pop down to the coffee shop downstairs to grab some caffeine before the meeting.

The place was packed to the brim but he noticed Morgana in line and he sidled up to her.

"Queue jumper," she muttered when she noticed him.

He flashed his best smile. "My lovely sister."

"Step-sister, you mean. And stop with the grinning. It's giving me the creeps."

"The line is massive, I've a meeting with Dad in twenty minutes and you're 3 people from the front. Get me a – oof!" Someone bumped into him and he turned, a rant about watching where they look on the tip of his tongue.

"Sorry, Mr Pendragon."

Her eyes were wide, her tongue swiping her lower lip after she breathed out her apology and he was sure that over the smell of coffee, he could smell the light scent of lavender she preferred. When their eyes met, despite her brown skin, he could see her blush. He swallowed his rant and smiled at her, hoping the whole coffee shop couldn't hear the pounding of his heart. A stand of hair had escaped her bun and he clenched his hand at his side to stop himself from reaching over to push it away from her forehead.

"Guinevere," he coughed, hoping that it would disguise the crack in his voice when he said her name. But he knew Morgana was watching him curiously. He cleared his throat. "Getting coffee?"

She nodded, her eyes darting to Morgana. "Ms Le Fay."

"Gwen. Maybe in future, you can buy coffee for me in the mornings."

"No problem, Ms Le Fay."

For a while, the three of them simply stood quietly. Arthur stared at Guinevere, drinking in the sight of her. With the sprawling offices of Pendragon Holdings, Arthur never ran into her enough for his liking but he suspected that even if she worked in his office, he would still never get enough of her.

"Gwen? Iced Frappucino?"

"That's mine," Guinevere said, relieve evident in her voice. With a final nod at Morgana and him, she walked over to the collection counter. Even then, Arthur found it hard to tear his eyes away.

A sharp elbow jabbed into him. "We're next. You're paying."