Chapter 2
For once, it wasn't that busy. It probably would be later, but now they only had a handful of customers, most of whom had already ordered.
Callum was prepping the coffee, having negotiated a break from register, so Lin had taken over for him.
"Hey sweetheart," said a man in a thick English accent as he sidled up to the counter, leaning a little too far into it. "can I please get a large flat white with a pump of raspberry syrup?" Lin nodded and put in the order.
"Ooh, also, could you add one of those club sandwiches?" She nodded again and added the item. "Thanks, love."
Cal and Moussa eyed the man suspiciously. He didn't look like anyone they knew, but it wasn't unusual for people to genuinely order that coffee. The accent wasn't much help either; they were near an airport so tourists came in all the time.
He supposed they'd find out soon enough. Either he'd be out of their hair within the hour or he'd stay until closing where they could take care of business.
Cal tuned out as the man continued flirting with her while he paid. She silently handed him the cup.
FLAT WHITE
+1 RASP
+LOVE
Cal smirked, and prepped the drink as requested.
So, the man, was in deed, an assassin. Awiergan, from the English division, which explained the accent. He'd come to explain that he'd be taking some American assassins to England with him as reinforcements for the time being.
"What do you say, love? I could give you a personal London tour." He leaned back in his chair and rested his feet on the table as he smirked at Lin.
She knocked his legs back down. "No, thank you."
Awiergan frowned. "Why not?"
"I had Callum spit in your coffee. You figure it out." She dryly responded. Awiergan glanced from his empty cup to Cal, who only smiled back.
He got up in a huff and stormed out, leaving the others to clean up and finish clearing away the chairs. Moussa was mopping the floors when Callum spoke up.
"By the way, Lin, you might want to look into-"
"If you say, 'a relationship' I will snap your fucking neck."
"I was going to say 'the dance studio down the street' but..." Lin pressed her lips together and nodded silently.
"Why the extreme reaction?" he asked after a long pause. Moussa gave her a sympathetic expression.
"Just something my parents pushed me to do back home in China." Lin shook her head absently. "'Stop stalling a get a man.' 'You'll be lonely if you don't get married soon.' I hated it."
"Why not get married, though. Can't be worse than this." Lin breathed a strained sigh while Moussa grimaced.
"Just not something I ever felt a desire to do."
Cal left it at that. "Fair enough. Anyway, that dance studio is looking for a part time instructor for ribbon dance. I think you'd be a shoe in."
"Thank you."
A.N.: this was a submission for arowrimo. Thank you for your time!