Rushing into the building, she nearly knocked over two teenage girls. She slid up to the counter.
"I'll have a hot black coffee. The biggest you got."
"Yes, ma'am." The girl poured the coffee and placed it on the counter.
Handing over a five, she grabbed the cup and stepped away, running into a man waiting behind her.
"I'm so sorry," she gasped.
"No worries," he assured her.
She looked up and smiled.
"I'm Brett," he said. He held out his hand.
She glanced at her watch.
"Shit! I'm late, sorry."
She slipped past him and ran out the door.