“What the hell girl! Are you trying to give us all a heart attack, rather than coffee?!” The guy with pink dyed spiky hair shrieked, staring at her in bewilderment and anger.

Emma thought that he would have looked handsome a bit if he hadn’t decided to go power ranger on his hair. The other guy with short, but curly black hair, had a surprised but amazed look on his face. She wondered why he hadn’t ordered for the rest, or perhaps call their attention earlier as she had stood there.

Maybe the bottom ass of the clique. She thought. A son to an average father, who perhaps caught the...