Loki was tired, and annoyed.
After taking what seemed like forever to finally escape out of the stupid prison in Asgard, Loki had finally arrived back in the mortal world. And he knew for a fact that he wasn't welcome, especially not while he was in New York. He glamoured himself for a time as he moved through the crowded streets, sure that the sight of him would cause shock amongst the people. As a well known criminal who tried to destroy the world only a few weeks ago, he could never be safe here. If only he knew a place where he could escape, if only he knew of another mortal place to go...He shook away those thoughts, and looked down at himself. He was dressed in his golden armor, his long green cloak, the one set of clothes that he was able to filch from near his prison cell. That wouldn't be obvious to any passersby. With a sigh, he used some of his magic to put himself in something more presentable. He found himself in mortal garb; a black T-shirt and jeans. Satisfied that he looked "normal", he lifted his glamour for the world to see him.
Then comes the part where he's tired and annoyed. He had been using his magic to get here, and hadn't stopped since. He was running low on energy. And he was hungry, which made him annoyed. What would a human do? He pondered this for a moment, following a man in a nice business suit for a while. Eventually, he passed a coffee shop when-bingo!-the idea hit him. Get some coffee, and get some food. That seemed like a good idea, didn't it? Pleased that he was able to make such an everyday decision, he walked right into the shop. There was a line, and Loki humphed inwardly. He needed to get used to this waiting thing, but he was so used to everything being handed to him at the snap of the fingers. He looked up at the menu, and picked two items at random. He didn't know what most of the foods were. After deciding on what he was to order, he let his eyes scan the room.
His eyes were immediately drawn to a young girl. She wasn't the prettiest girl by human standards, with too slight of curves, and her hair was much too bright of a color. She wore a green jacket, a deep emerald green color that was his very favorite, and she wore a simple shirt and jeans underneath it. He met her eyes, another jaded shade of green, and she looked away. Loki found himself staring at her, no matter how imperfect she was to the human race. His eyes were finally torn away when he it was his turn to order.
He waited impatiently for his merchandise, trying to keep his eyes from wandering to the girl with red hair. he grabbed his beverage and pastry hastily, and turned back to stare at her on his way out. He thought that he could maybe even go sit next to her, meet her, or something. Those cute little fantasies were wiped from his mind when a beautiful, golden boy decided to sit right in front of her.
She would never fall for a guy like him. Not with the him in front of her. Loki hurried out of the café, doing his best to wipe clean the memory of the girl in the green jacket.