"Carla?" Tristan asked teasingly. Who else would it be but Lauren? She was always running late. He had been watching the crowds for 20 minutes, enjoying the life around him. People-watching was one of his favorite pastimes, and today was a good day for it. Lots of people in the mall window shopping and hanging out with friends.<br/><br/>He tugged her soft, warm fingers from his eyes. "Want some coffee?" he asked, offering her a sip of his coffee. It was already half-empty and cooling quickly. "Or do you want to eat?" He was getting hungry himself, now that food was the topic of conversation.<br/><br/>"And what's with that shirt?" he asked, taking in the "BOYS SUCK" slogan on the front of her red shirt.