She looks up in surprise as a man slides into the vacant seat before her, dropping her fork in shock. The loud clang of metal against china reverberated around the cafe, instantly placing the entire place into silence. Well, only for a second. The friendly chatter restarted again, more loudly and lively this time as the rest of the guests resumed to their meals or socialization with each other.<br/><br/>"Uh, no thank you. I don't drink coffee..." She squeaked, clutching her baby blue handbag closer towards her body. Hazel eyes locked to the plate before her as she mentally cursed herself.<br/><br/><em>I don't drink coffee...what kind of reply is that? </em>