Derrick followed the orange Mustang, keeping back, but not so far that he'd lose her. After a brief drive she pulled into a Starbucks parking lot and got out, locking the car before she went inside. He pulled into the space next to her and turned off the bike. Helmet of he set it on the seat, unzipped his jacket and turned to state at the building. 

"A fecking Starbucks," he muttered. "Why's it hafta be a Starbucks?" He mentally bemoaned his poor fate and prayed this chick wasn't a preppy wannabe. She didn't look it but looks didn't mean much. 

Going inside he got in line behind her, doing his best to look at the menu on the wall and not at her, as people ordered their non-fat soy lattes and their frappuchinos and other such ridiculous nonsense. 

"Sir?" He blinked as the voice intruded on his irritated musings and glanced down. There was a gap between him and the register and the lady there was giving him an expectant look.

"Oi, feck me. Sorry 'bout that. I was off in me own little world there. I'd like jest a black coffee, please. Not'in fancy, ye know?"

He paid for his coffee, added some cream and about a half a cup of sugar and searched around the place until he found the girl. She was sitting at a small table, coffee and a sandwich in front of her. She was looking through a newspaper and a glance around told him the chair opposite her was the only empty spot left in the place so he strode over before he could lose his nerve and stopped at the table, one hand on the back of the chair. 

"Um... sorry but this looks like tha only empty spot left ta sit," he said, his accent a little thicker than usual. "D'ya mind if I join ye fer a minute?"