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Staring deeply into the menu, Amity contemplated on what she wanted. Hopefully Iruka wasn't going to make her wait forever... Amie had no idea who to look for. Her voice was soft spoken, so maybe a timid girl, conservatively dressed, with a cute disposition? Black hair...no brown...no black...maybe blonde? What if she's a fiery ginger! Hm...or what if this girl was like some kind of con-artist? Using sweetness to lure Amie in. Amity needed to keep her guard up. Who knows who would be looking for her! Bringing the menu close to her face, her eyes peering over it, she stared at the people in the cafe, and thought, [color=ed145b][i]"Though I'm surrounded by ordinary people, they could be lions, tigers, and bears... Oh my!"  [/i][/color]

Getting back on track and looking at her menu, she pulled out her pencil from her pocket and began chewing on the end of it. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. What should she get this lovely morning? The "undercover" celeb knew even if she decided on something, she would spice up her drink by... a lot. She felt fingers enter her floral fragrance, curly hair (she uses Shu Uemera Essence Asolue Nourishing Fragrance) and then a harsh danish-accented, male voice said, [color=ed1c24]"Sorry about that!"[/color]. She had recently visited Denmark so she was certain it couldn't have been a Swedish or Norwegian accent...though they were mutually intelligible. If she was wrong, he could correct her. 

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"May I buy you a coffee?"[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Hvis du tilbyder, være min gæst."[/color] [[Danish Translation: If you're offering, be my guest.]] 

Amity did not flinch or take her eyes off the menu. With her hand, she gestured for the man to join her table, [color=ed145b] "I'd like [url= http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b380/Deadupdog/Deadupdog032/renee-c-starbucks-drink_zps9yhzdtyp.jpg] 100 shot, Caramel Frappuccino with soy, vanilla syrup, and Frapp chips.[/url]"[/color] Not including sales tax, the drink costed: $86.55 [10186.03 yen] and contained 7,650 mg of caffeine. Closing the menu, she continued, [color=ed145b]"I know what you're thinking. How could a tiny girl drink so much?"[/color] Putting her menu down, she finally met his gaze with her frost eyes and pushed her nonprescription glasses in with her pointer finger, [color=ed145b]"I like to challenge myself. Call me Mitty. And you?" [/color]

Waiting for his response, she wondered if Luke noticed if she was gone, if Kyle knocked out Nick, or if someone intervened before it got to that point. She had to leave and come here. She [u]needs[/u] Kyle's phone. This was protocol. In the past she would always borrow Kyle's phone and transfer all his data to her computer, or Luke's, whichever one was closer. Thanks to her bodyguard's computer wizard-ness, he taught her a lot of great things!

While she thought about all that, she took the time to look this man up and down. Tall, fit, honey-colored hair, a stereotypical handsome man. Someone she could see acting with her in a movie. Did his looks match his inside or was he a tiger prowling for his morning snack? Of course, Amity was open minded. At least he had the courage to approach a random stranger. She'll give him that.