Isaac looked up at the coffee shop warily, trying to remember if this was the right one Argent had recommended.

He decided against his hesitation and pushed his way through the door, the tiny bell jingling to announce his entry.

Adjusting the scarf on his neck he sat down at the counter, drumming his fingers on the wood.

"Que désirez-vous?" The guy on the other side of the counter lacked an accent, causing Isaac to realize he was American.

"Just black, please." He answered, a wave of relief flashing across the stranger's face.

"I would've never guessed you were from the US, kid." He chuckled, grabbing one of the coffee pots and a cup. "Only locals come in here."

"Just moved here." He gave a curt nod, taking the cup and warming his hands on the ceramic. "I'm not much of a Starbucks guy."

"Good to hear." The barista stuck his hand over the counter, Isaac shaking it with no hesitation. "Lukas."

"Isaac." He replied, taking a drink of his coffee. Isaac was about to ask him what there was to do nearby when someone walked by, tripping over their own feet.

He caught her by the wrist and saved her from dropping her book and muffin, steadying her. The stranger's eye were locked on the grip he had, drifting to something over his shoudler.

"They're sorry for leaving you with him." She blurted, making his eyebrows furrow. "And he's sorry for the freezer."

At those words he let go, a mix of confusion and slight fear in his expression. "What did you just say?"

"It was nice meeting you, Isaac." She blinked a few times before looking at the ground and rushing towards the door. He could have sworn he heard her whisper to herself before leaving the shop. "You're right, he does look nice in scarves Al."

"Don't mind her." Isaac tore his gaze away from her retreating figure through the window, looking back up at Lukas. "She's a total nut."

"She knew my name." He turned around slowly, fully facing the counter again.

She knew other things too.

"She does stuff like that all the time, she probably overheard our conversation." He exaplained, wiping a few crumbs away. "Some of the locals actually believe the crazy shit she says, they claim she can see ghosts or something like that. I don't care, she's a good tipper."

"Does she come in here alot?" Isaac asked, Lukas's words perplexing him even further.

"Don't go down that road, buddy." He chuckled, shaking his head as he propped himself up on the counter with his elbows. "She may be a looker on the outside, but that girl's brain has gone down the rabbit hole a few times too many."

Issac nodded, his eyes drifting to the window, where a help wanted sign caught his eye.

"Hey," He wasn't quite sure what compelled him to ask, but he did it anyway. "Are you still hiring?"

"You speak French, kid?" Lukas raised an eyebrow, Isaac nodding in response. "You know how to wash your hands?"

"Uh, yeah?" Isaac replied slowly, Lukas shrugging and tossing him a blank nametag and a pen.

"Come in tomorrow at six."

"That's it?" He asked, picking up the sharpie and staring at the nametag. "You don't need to know if I can actually make coffee?"

"Any idiot can make coffee." Lukas chuckled, watching Isaac scrawl his name across the blank space. "You'll probably start off as a cashier, or cleaning tables. Speaking of cashier, you still gotta pay for that."

"Oh," Isaac looked down at his now cold coffee, reaching down into his pocket and pulling out a few bills. "Here."

"Nice doin' business with you kid."

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