<div align="center">(http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp250/jlop985/Internet%20Posting/felicia2_0_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Blake Leonard</strong></span><strong> =Starbucks= </strong>-Feeling tired-<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>"Maybe I should get a blueberry cheesecake too? Or a butter scone... do I want something hot or cold?" Before she knew it Blake had made her entire way to Starbucks whilst having a monologue about what she would order.  Needless to say, many people she passed by had to turn heads and raise their eyebrows.  The redhead eventually decided that she would just order whatever was on promotion at the moment when she pushed open the glass doors.<br/><br/>The warm air quickly engulfed her when she entered, she shivered from the sudden change of climate.  The place seemed pretty quiet, only one other customer was inside, a rather shaggy looking man with sandy brown hair.  Blake only glanced at him for a moment before making her way to the counter.  "One... green tea iced frappe with a white chocolate and raspberry cookie, please." She read the small chalk sign beside the counter.  "Name is 'Blake', even though I'm a girl, I know I know." Blake often got mistaken for a boy when meeting people for the first time, the names Blake and Leonard were both rather masculine.  She never knew why her parents named her that, perhaps they wanted another son?<br/><br/><em>"Move along, move along. Story of my fucking life."</em><br/><br/>Blake turned her head to the origin of the statement.  Big brown eyes were staring straight at her with a somewhat uncomfortable expression.<em>'Was that directed at me?'</em>She wondered.  The man then opened a small bottle and popped something into his hand before throwing them into his mouth.<em>'I wonder if those are prescribed.'</em><br/><br/>"Green tea for Blake."<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to get her food.  "Thank you." When she took her tray and turned to decide where to sit, she did consider sitting as far away from the raggedy male as possible.  But instead she reminded herself it was better not to judge a book by its cover.  Making her way closer to the man, she placed her tray down down on an adjacent table and sat down in the plush leather chair facing the same way.  She gave him a smile as if to say 'I mean you no harm' before taking a sip from her frappe.<br/><br/>Behind the red head was the wispy silhouette of a man.  Although she could no see it, one person in the coffee shop could.