Dylan Murphy<br/>Location:  GPC  Split Bean<br/>Tagged:  Lucy Martin, Faith Noel<br/><br/>Once he had a sip he felt as if his world opened up, like everything that had  been happening around him had been stored in a buffer and just now caught up.  He fasted a belated smile to the barista  " apologetically but then saw she had a call.  He lingered a bit at one of the high-top tables , leaning not sitting, and finished his first cup.<br/><br/>He came back up, this time with a smile "Good morning, sorry, my mind was not quite in gear yet before, late night.  If you have any chocolate croissant I would love a cup of dark roast to go with. Otherwise I will go with a blonde roast so I can get my recommended daily allowance of caffeine "  He smirked, his doctor would give him hell had they heard him say that.<br/><br/>When the order came back he went to slip a 20 into the tip jar, he always overtipped.  Too many of his friends growing up had been waiters or waitresses, or their parents had.  Now adays he would never miss it, and it wasn't like he had any reason to save. He saw the flower and folded the note and handed it to the barista<br/><br/>"It looks like your tip jar is otherwise occupied.  That's for you, thanks for the coffee, and the smile.  Both are appreciated"  He felt a little funny, usually when he tipped, he was gone before people realized he had left a good tip, he would look back and see them smile.  It was an easy way to make someone's day, but he didn't like to be around because he wasn't doing it to be a big shot.  And of course it was even tougher when the server was absolutely gorgeous. Not that he didn't like to flirt , of course, he just didn't want to be that kind of guy.<br/><br/>But on the other hand, he didn't want to deny her a good tip just because she was , well, absolutely gorgeous.  So he grinned at her and then headed out.  He had some research to do.