Amanda surveys the large crowd of people loosely clustered around the coffee kiosk. Glancing once more at her watch, Amanda queues in behind a short, portly man as he finishes narrating the rather lengthy description of his order. The barista turns quickly away from the counter as the gentleman steps aside to await his beverage. Still pondering what exactly she had hoped to acquire from her caffeinated pilgrimage, Amanda slowly steps up to the kiosk.
As Amanda awaits the barista's return, a strangely familiar shape to the side of the kiosk catches her eye. Though his back is turned to her, Amanda immediately recognized the hulking shoulders of Donavan Portier. Amanda feels her cheeks warm slightly as she instantly recalls a particularly scandalous week she and Donavan had spent in the Caimans during his last (and her first) spring break. Half decade old visions begin flooding through Amanda's mind as the coffee attendant returns to the counter. Amanda snaps her attention back to the present long enough to sputter her order before the disconcertingly illicit visions of the young executive began invading her mind once again.
The pallor of Amanda's face pales slightly as the barista motions towards the kiosk's pick up window which is situated directly behind Donavan's well built,Brioni suited frame. As Amanda hesitantly steps in the direction indicated by the attendant, she catches the distinctly Russian accent of the man conversing with Donavan.
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