"No coffee, thanks..." he said, seeing that his question had caught her a little offguard, so he just smiled and waited a moment before continuing.  He stood back, standing at about 6 foot tall and a slim 210 pounds.  Though not muscular, Ben was in good shape for his age with a lean runner's build.  His icy blue eyes were complemented by dark brown hair that was just long enough to be considered wavy, and today he had a little stubble growing as well as he sized her up in a casual outfit of khakis and a red and white plaid button down shirt.<br/><br/>Chances are, Becca didn't think much about anything when it came to the bigger picture.  After all, she was here everyday from what he could tell, and only had one employee working, who wasn't of much assistance by the looks of it.  The woman was probably occupied with thoughts of how to get through the day, and how to make ends meet, and he was willing to bet that any long term visions had fallen by the wayside.  This was where Ben made his money in the old days.  He would start talking big picture and get clients excited, and before he knew it, they'd be investing all their savings with him.  Now as an investor, he was on the other side of the proverbial bargaining table in the traditional sense, but he wasn't using his money to make more money.  Little did Becca know, he was looking for something else entirely.<br/><br/>"Apple on the Danish...if you haven't thought about it, maybe you should.  I'm not talking about a partner really...just a silent investor to give your shop a boost," he said.  In a lot of ways, he would be silent, as he could give two shits how this woman ran her bakery.  He would wait to unveil any alterior motives though.<br/><br/>"Look, your shop closes around 7, right? Why don't you come by my place and allow me to give you a brief presentation of sorts.  Here's my card...I've got over 10 years of finance expertise and consulting experience in New York City," he said, handing her a business card that simply had his name and the title "Independent Financial Consultant," along with his home address and contact info.<br/><br/>"My place is right across the street so just come on over and I'll buzz you up.  Just give me 15 minutes and if you're not interested don't worry, you'll still have me as a loyal customer," he explained, wanting to put as little pressure on her as possible.  Once he had her on his 'turf,' he would get into specifics, which would include not only the potentially limitless opportunity for him to invest in her shop, but the more nefarious interests he had in mind.