Juice

"What the hell was that all about?" he asked out loud as he watched the petite girl not taller than at least 5'3 with thick dark brown hair tussled into a clump on top of her head and ray ban glasses that covered her big brown eyes to match run out of the coffee shop.

He'd be lying if he didn't notice the way she smiled dimples would form or the way she fumbled to pass him the sugar. It wasn't like this was an uncommon occurrence for him, many girls became a bumbling mess when he was around. It was just one thing about looking different from the rest of the guys in Charming and being a member of SAMCRO.

But, there was something about that girl. Maybe it was that she looked a lot more innocent then a croweater. Her frame a lot smaller than he would ever be attracted to but even then he couldn't get that good of a look as she wore a hoodie two times to big for her - it could have easily been the guys she was with. The one thing he did notice was the way she looked at him, like she'd uncovered his most intimate secrets. He hadn't had someone look at him like that, ever.

"I think the guy she was with said her name was Nora, or was it Norma?" the barista cut his thoughts. Turning around now that the female was long gone he saw that the barista was leaning against the bar, her top button undone to expose a lot more cleavage than necessary.

"Thanks." He sported a hungry smile as he eyed the barista completely forgetting the petite brunette "And what's your name?" walking up to the bar he rested an elbow against the edge as he blatantly eyed her.

"Maria." She purred "What's yours handsome?" moving her hand so that she could run a manicured finger across his tattooed arm sensually she licked at her upper lip.

"You can call me whatever you want." He grinned at the words. It was only because of Tig that he used that line. Something about the woman in question would immediately go to more sexual names instead of his alias.

"Well, how about I call you, Tiger?" leaning even closer her fingers began to trace against his bicep.

Internally he was laughing hysterically, 'Tiger, seriously?!' His facial expression never changed as he gave a crooked smile that caused her gasp out loud. This was too easy, he thought to himself.

"I like the sounds of that." looking over her shoulder he spotted the small break out room, grinning he motioned towards the room "So how about you show me the back room, Maria."

The barista looked around the small shop, it was empty and she was due for a break soon. She could justify shutting the shop down, even it were for a few minutes. Biting her lip she nodded playfully and began to walk towards the backroom. Her hips swayed back and forth tauntingly "Can you lock the doors before you come back?" she asked gaining her a nod from Juice as she sashayed into the backroom.

"Too easy." He mumbled, locking the door he made his way to the backroom for a well-deserved RNR.