Eliza and Stacy
Requested by: Yarthayaj'knaushtavdhladleklwa
Eliza Fletcher opened the door to the coffee shop and looked around before going up to the counter to place her order. The barista couldn't help but make an observation as he took her order. "We've got another regular with a similar accent." Eliza nodded. "I think I know the bloke." She replied then went to a table.
The door opened and Stacy came in. "Okay, I'll call you later." She said as she put her phone in her purse. Stacy went to the counter and placed her order. When she turned around, the coffee shop was packed.
Stacy took her coffee and looked around for a seat. "Excuse me? May I sit here?" She asked the fashionable brunette who was sitting alone. Eliza looked up, and not trying to hide her accent replied. "Of course."
Stacy's jaw dropped. "You're British? Do you know my best friend's brother?" Eliza smiled, "I might be somewhat familiar with the family in question."