It was clearer than the crystal ball of Madame Dieudonné that Angela and Emily were good friends, maybe even best friends.  Emily did something sinister, as Angela’s sudden flinch was noticeable.  Too bad for Boris that heinous deed was out of his sightlines, the counter blocking his view.  He could only imagine, which he did anyway.  The pair seemed cheeky with each other.  Always a good thing amongst friends.<br/><br/>Having made himself comfortable at a table for two, Boris waited patiently prior to imbibing his<i>Americano.  </i>The drink was always notoriously hot, and any premature sippage usually resulted in tongue burnage, painfully similar to rapidly diving into a just-served pizza.  Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait too long for Emily’s company, although it wasn’t a problem either way.  Seems Angela was quite convincing.<br/><br/>Boris smiled at her as she drew nearer, taking a seat directly across of him.  “It’s good to see you, too,” he stated, returning her compliment.  Battling a minor case of nerves, he sipped his caffeinated drink.  Damn!<i>Still </i>too hot!  Nearby movement, however, was a welcome distraction.  Casually glancing at the migrating customers, he<i>knew </i>he had seen a few of them before.  Right, that entire spectacle with Roxy.  Leaning in toward her and in a voice meant for Emily’s ears only, he said, “Don’t these people have jobs?  Lives?  Anything better to do?”  He reclined with a laugh, with another taste attempt of his<i>Americano.  </i>Bliss, as it was juuuuust about right.<br/><br/>Emily laughed along with him, as she covertly looked around, recognizing numerous patrons.  A few of them even nodded at her with smiles.  “Well, I don’t wanna take up too much more of your time, as I know you’re working,” he said.  “See, a vendor who produces lots of custom parts for me stopped by today with a pair of, uh, sizable boxes filled with motorcycle clothing and do-dads.  And, uh, I saw some things that I, um, thought you might like, not to mention, uh, can actually use, too.”<br/><br/>Giggling from a nearby table, and he distinctly heard a female voice, “Ooo, he’s so sweet.  I wonder if he has a brother.”  Then another female at the same table, “I’ll take him if she doesn’t.”  And if he heard them, then chances were better than good that so did Emily.  Some people absolutely loved being the center of attention.  Boris was not one of those people.<br/><br/>Time to get on with it then.  “I’ve noticed a few times when you’ve been by the shop on your scooter, that you, uh, don’t wear gloves.  Now, I in no way mean to sound like a dad, but you wanna protect your hands when on two wheels.  So, um, you should be able to use these.  They’re cut for women’s hands, so they should fit pretty good.”  Boris slid the black pair from<i>Joe Rocket </i>her way.  Before she could pick them up for a sizing sample, the red<i>Dainese </i>set found its way to her, too.  “This one is Italian, and you<i>will </i>feel the difference.  Matching your helmet and scooter is bonus points.”  Man, that<i>Americano </i>was kick-ass!<br/><br/>Remembering the mountain of swag back at his shop, he added, “And next time you’re in the neighborhood, stop by.  You can see with your own eyes just how much stuff Ernie gave me as a thank you for my business.  That said, you’re more than welcome to help yourself to whatever you want.”  Boris grinned at her then sipped from his drink again.  “You’re gonna be blown away when you see all the choices you have.  There’re t-shirts, hoodies, polos, stickers, pins, hats, key fobs, knit caps.  You might even consider a disc lock for your ride.  Anything and everything you want at no charge.  I’m gonna have a friend of mine stop by and do the same,” he said in reference to Pierre.<br/><br/>While Emily inspected her newest hand protection, Boris pushed the<b>GENUINE PARTS </b>bag in her direction.  The red mug was for her to discover.  And the bumblebee.