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"Can I help you?" Her fingers had been quickly tapping the small keys of the sleek black laptop. Now they were hovering centimeters above the keys waiting for her dark brown eyes to return to the screen. Her eyes were busy soaking in the man that had joined her at the coffee house table.
"Do you live here?" His feet had carried him to the table without consulting his brain. He was quickly trying to think of something to say.
"If you mean here as in Seattle, yes. This coffee shop, no." She pointed to the table in emphasis.
"Yeah that's what I meant." His eyes were studying the Superman notebook she had pointed to. "I mean Seattle. Is that for Joey?" He joked as he met her eyes once again. Her eyes narrowed quickly and her mouth opened in shock. Her eyes quickly relaxed and traveled up and down his body once more. Her lips parted ready to speak and she laid a hand on the notebook protectively.
"No, Jacob liked Superman, Joey is my brother. Do I know you?" Her lips rested, still parted, waiting to speak again.
"No you don't, my name is Justin." His hand was raised waiting for hers to join it. He watched her eyes run over him questionally. Seconds later her hand was in his. His wrist snapped up then down and he released.
"My name is Michelle." She stated still on the defensive side.
"Joey is a friend of mine, he collects Superman stuff. I was...."
"Oh, okay I understand." Her fingers touched his arm lightly to keep him from rambling. The short hairs on his arm stood on end as she pulled her hand away. She paused for a few seconds then continued. "You wanted to know if I lived here." She prompted.
"I just moved here, I was wondering if you had any 'insider tips'?" He had bought a house there, not exactly moved.
"You want 'insider tips' or a guide?" Her eyes watched his face for reaction. She had been bold. When his lips curled at the sides she sighed.
"That would be tight."
"You sound like my bubba." She smiled brightly. "Have you been to the Space Needle?" Her eyebrows raised in excitement.
"No, is it worth the trip?"
"What? How long have you been here?"
"A week."
"Ok, then you have an excuse for not seeing it yet."
"You going to take me to see it?"
"Sure, when are you free?" Her fingers were shutting down her computer. She snapped it shut as she waited for an answer.
"Today?" His feet shuffled under the table in anticipation.
"Yeah, just lemme make a call." Her hands quickly retrieved a cell phone from her bag. She raised it to her ear and said work into the mouth piece. "Hey Angie, I won't be in, yes, Haunted Generation will be in at two, no I feel fine, I'm playing tour guide, no not for money!" She giggled and smiled at Justin. "Ok, see you tomorrow, be nice to them." She scolded playfully. "Ok, bye bye." Her eyes met Justin's once again. "Ready?"
"Did you just call into work?" He was growing suspicious. What if she was an obsessed fan? We've all seen Misery, yes?
"Yeah, well I mean I don't have to go in, I own it."
"Oh," he sighed. "What is it?"
"It's a recording studio and a music shop."
"Really! I wanna see it."
"Ah, don't get ahead of yourself. You are still lacking the Space Needle experience." Her eyebrows raised and her lips rested, slightly parted.
"OK, fine." His bottom lip stuck out pouting playfully. "Your car or mine, or seperate cars?" Her hands were quickly returning her belongings to her laptop bag. He watched her eyebrows wrinkle in thought.
"Mine, if you are okay with leaving yours here." He hesitated so she continued. "Jackie could you watch the..." Her eyes questioned him.
"The silver Corvette." The woman behind the counter nodded her head.
"A Vette? Maybe we will take your car." Her contagious giggle reached his ears and he smiled. "OK, okay let's go." She dropped five dollars on the table and stood. He quickly joined her and led her out the door. "Here you go." She unlocked the doors with her keychain.
"Nice car."
"Thanks, what do you want to listen to?" She slid the car into reverse.
"Jay-Z?"
"No NSYNC?" Her lips curved into a mischevious smile. She pointed under his seat and he reached under it. His hands found the CD book and he pulled it out.
"You knew who I was?" His fingers flipped open the book.
"Not right away. But I do own a music shop."
"Yeah, I guess you would, huh?"
"Would what?"
"Recognize me."
"Well maybe you should think about investing in a hat and sunglasses."
"Hey now, no need to get sarcastic. You don't look too bad off. I mean a BMW, how old are you?"
"Nineteen, you?"
"Twenty. How many nineteen year olds do you know that drive BMW's?"
"Not many, but I don't know many with a Vette either. And you probably have one in each color at each house." She giggled when he didn't argue.
"Ok, okay I have a lot of cars. How many do you have?"
"What?" She said in an overly shocked tone.
"You are not going to tell me this is your only car."
"Ok, you are right."
"How many?"
"A couple."
"Two?"
"More."
"Three?"
"Seven."
"That's not a couple!"
"Compared to you it is." She pointed out the window and his eyes followed the trail.
"Is that the Space Needle?"