A/N: OR IS IT? IT ISN'T THE END!
Coming up next, the continuation of the story! Featuring appearances by...Oh wait. Don't wanna spoil it. Please read and enjoy! (I know i've been MIA for ages, but college will do that to ya.)
The next morning, as Jenna made her way towards her favorite bakery, she wondered what Tony Stark was up to at the moment. It was barely after 7am, so it was quite likely he hadn't even awoken yet, or at least he had only pressed the snooze button once.
She had only a few more days of work left before she could take her vacation over to L.A. to see him again. They had chatted on the phone nearly three hours over the weekend. It seemed he enjoyed speaking to her as much as spending time with her in person.
Jenna blushed at the thought.
She pushed open the door to the bakery, inhaling the warm scent of fresh cinnamon rolls, strong brewed coffee, and the sharp tang of freshly squeezed orange juice.
She placed her order, her usual of a strong espresso and cinnamon roll, and stepped back from the counter, content to merely read the headlines of the newspapers while she waited.
Deeply engrossed in an article about Stark Industries, she didn't notice the ring of the bell as another customer entered the bakery.
She heard her order number called and stepped forward, not noticing she had bumped into someone until she felt hands on her shoulders.
"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!" she looked up into the bright blue eyes of Luke Lawson, the new sous chef at her workplace.
A smile beamed across his face,
"Well, fancy meeting you here. This is my favorite place to get breakfast."
She was too surprised to immediately reply, and as he glanced at the counter, he stepped back,
"I'm sorry, I've distracted you from your order. Wouldn't want you to go hungry."
She blushed in embarrassment and reached out to pluck the brown paper sack and steaming cup of coffee.
"It's no big deal. But how did you find out about this place? I've been coming here for ages."
Loki, or Luke, as he was known to Jenna, (for indeed it was he), smirked to himself as he observed the slight flush on her cheeks. It made her look very becoming.
"Oh I just stumbled across it." He replied with a smile.
Jenna nodded absentmindedly, then remembered her company,
"Would you like to eat together? Then we can just head off to work, as we are going the same way." She finished, wincing at how poorly put together her last sentence had been. For some reason, his kind face and warm smile was causing her stomach to do the same swooping thing it had done when Tony had smiled at her.
"I'd be delighted to."
They spent the morning talking and enjoying their delicious pastries and coffee. Jenna learned that he had moved here just recently, from Great Britain, hence his very attractive accent. He had wonderful enunciation, and perfect manners. She had been certain that he hadn't been from around Hawaii the first moment she met him, nearly a week earlier.
Jenna stood, carefully brushing any stray fallen crumbs from her black pants, and after disposing of her trash and now empty coffee cup, she looked back at Luke, who raised his dark blond eyebrows at her,
"What's the rush? We've still got half an hour. Let's walk around the block hmm?"
Jenna liked getting to work early as it gave her time to catch up on paperwork, but perhaps, just this once, she could let it slide.
"Ok, sure." She found herself saying, and his face lit up with a brilliant grin.