Becca wore a long colorful floral print dress with her hair in ringlets. She seemed to have brought the coastal weather, draped in humid offshore breezes and an effortless all-over tan adorning her shoulders.

He attempted to stand but sunken into the overstuffed couch like he was, he found extraction nearly impossible. Becca waved at him and motioned for him to stay seated. She stepped up to the counter where the little green-haired girl regarded her coolly at first but nodded appreciatively at Austin after she had placed her order. The green-haired girl made a big fuss out of telling her that Austin had already paid for her iced cafe mocha and as overly chummy as she was, Austin was sure he owed her more than a few bucks for the shake.

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Becca giggled at Austin as he tried to clear his pastry from his shirt. He couldn't stand up to brush himself off, either.

“Relax, Austin.” She brushed a few more crumbs off his chest, smiling subtly. “You weren't so nervous under the truck yesterday.”

He bristled slightly and glanced around the room like a nervous feral animal. “I guess I'm a little more comfortable under there.”

She giggled slightly as she picked crumbs off his chest. “So, I’m guessing this is your first scone,” she smirked.

Austin snorted and smiled a little bashfully.

“Want to risk the sun and slip out front?” She dipped a sky-blue fingernail into the whipped cream topping, picking out a tiny, curled chocolate shaving and placing it on the tip of her tongue for a taste. At that moment, had she asked Austin to walk out into traffic, he might have gladly obliged were he not pinned down to his overstuffed seat.