James watched her leave, and even though he was disappointed that their conversation was over for the moment he had to admit to himself that he did enjoy watching her... leave.  He shook his head at how pervy that might have looked, him staring at a much younger woman's ass.  Glancing down, he found that Creeper was looking up at him.<br/><br/>"I don't want to hear it," he said to the cat, who regarded him with indifference.<br/><br/>After re-arranging the magazines that his cat had disturbed, James glanced at the clock.  It was close to noon, and he was feeling hungry.  He made sure that no one was in the store, then flipped the 'open' sign around and locked the door.  He put on his his loden coat, long and a graphite grey in color.  Exiting through the side-door, he began walking, his destination the bakery a couple of blocks over.<br/><br/>As he walked he thought about all that had gone on.  He was now sure that Cassie had some kind of crush on him, as much as she'd been blushing and toying with her hair.  When their hands had brushed it had felt... tingly, almost electric.<em>Was it the right choice, asking her out?</em>he asked himself.<em>Probably not, but when did that ever stop you before?  Besides, this could be fun...</em>After a while he pulled his iphone out and pushed the earbuds into his ears, putting it on shuffle.  A moment later the sounds of a techno-ish beat and a violin began...<br/><br/><br/>http://youtu.be/EiyPRqP5glY (http://youtu.be/EiyPRqP5glY)