"Give me twenty?" She was going to walk there, and it wasn't too far, but Brooke liked a little bit of cushion space in case she needed a detour.

A man should only be kept waiting so long when there was a concrete plan in place. She brushed her hair off of her shoulder and started towards the place.

There was a blow-out bar halfway there, and she only needed a quick touch up to freshen her hair up. Wouldn't take more than five minutes, that.

And lo, there was Brooke, a minute early, hair freshened up, lips freshly glossed, standing outside the coffee shop, excited and a little apprehensive.