<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:46<br/><br/>Costa Coffee, Northumberland Street<br/><br/>Miyo, Norm, Chris, Bran</strong><br/><br/>The girl behind the bar serves coffees and tries to upsell muffins with a bright smile; either her soul hasn't been crushed by daily interactions with the general public or she's been forced into manic insanity by their ridiculous demands.  You're not sure which, and it probably doesn't matter.  You get some coffee out of it anyway, and an offer to stamp your loyalty card.<br/><br/>There's a low buzz of conversation and an even lower one of typing from the numerous laptops, you're pretty sure noone can really overhear you.  Noone even turns to look when Bran's phone beeps with a received text:<br/><br/><em>Intrigued.  Is there a deadline on this?  Let me know the details and I'll see if I can't fit you in to my busy schedule.  You owe me.  Kx </em><br/><br/><br/>