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[Madison]

She flicked her long hair back, and her eyes fluttered at him innocently-a deadly trap for any guy. But this guy wasn't having none of it, which is what she had feared. She sucked on her tongue with annoyance by his small, uninterested talk. "Here," she said with misery. She handed over the money and walked away with her hot drink. She sat in the corner, no longer interested. He can go suck himself, she thought with frustration. She glared from the other side of the cafe, his features no longer attractive in her dark, cold eyes. She sipped at her drink, not wanting to speak to him anymore.

Well, you've just missed your chance, she told him silently with detest. The calming ocean soothed her temper slightly, and she thought about surfing on the rolling waters. The waves beckoned her ouside the glass, and the heat wanted her to run out into the beach. She wished she was where her brother was now, speeding in the high walls of water.... at the Competitionz Finale in LA. She felt a pang of jealousy by it, and sipped her coffee with a short frustration.

[Riley]

Riley heard the soft push of the door, and stood straight and appealing behind the counter. The girl he had seen outside walked in, her eyes seemed to have a funny feeling in them, like an invitation to her bedroom: he'd seen that look before. Why do I attract so many girls? Don't they understand I have a life?! He thought desperately. He wasn't interested in girls that much, he was more interested in his job and surfing especially, but the girls always seemed to be interested in him. He found it annoying, distracting and he felt sorry for them when he kept turning them down. He didn't like to see a girl disappointed and make them feel worthless because they had been rejected. "Hi, was her first word. Okay, not so bad.. He thought hopefully. Maybe she isn't interested in me at all? I hope not anyway. He smiled at her and replied. "Hi. What would you like?" He held a pen and notepad under the table in case she wanted anything big.

"Can I have a black coffe, please." Yet it wasn't a question. It was more like a command. He hoped it didn't mean anything more than just that. He spoke softly, but didn't want to bring her closer. He didn't like her in that way-in fact, he didn't even know her! "Yeah, of course." He turned and began to make a black coffee, still wondering where the rest of the guys were. He had appointed them here-so where were they? "Here, you go. That's $1 please." He said in a business-like tone. He didn't want her to become anything more than a customer. Oh, God. Did you have to say it like that? He bit his lip in regret. A 'customer'! Urgh! That sounded so bad! Grow up, Rye. That's what his parents would say, but his mates and him would have laughed at that for hours. That's what he was like when he got drunk. I mean, properly drunk out his head..

Back into reality. He handed the coffee over, steam whisping like a low fog over the black sea. He wondered whether he had mistook her for an old girlfriend... She didn't seem that much like a slut, like that Francesca-what a mistake she had been.. He smiled back at the customer, not wanting her to know he was dipping in and out of memories, and judging her by them. He waited patiently.

[Madison]

She opened the door with ease and felt soothed by the cool air conditioning. Much better-can concentrate now. She noted to herself. She smiled softly to the guy, and went to the stool in front of him. She sat straight, and made herself look fuller, and skinnier. "Hi," she spoke with a calmness that wanted to welcome him in. Her eyes were on him the whole time, and she wanted him to see the admiration and warming invitation in her direct eyes. Her smile wasn't frozen, but subtle and sweet, yet never moved. "Can I have a black coffee, please." Her question sounded innocent and harmless, yet it meant a lot: it was the first question of them. His answer would give her an idea of where it was going to go.

Her light fingers began to rub on each other, a sign of wanting. She really wanted him. So what, she was a slag-she had every man she wanted, and then, when she got bored of them, she left them. Like her ex. And when they annoyed her, when they really annoyed her, she forgot about them, and soon they forgot about her... She watched him steadily, becoming quite anxious about what he would say. But, it didn't really matter; of course she would get him anyway.

[Riley]

10 am

Calm breeze. It was the first thing he noticed as he crossed the beach and skipped up the metal steps; his footsteps clanked noisely. The second thing he noticed was the slim figure of a girl stood at the balcony. He didn't bother her. She was looking out into the ocean; most probably a surfer like himself, he decided. He sighed contently as he rattled the keys, pulling them out of his back jean pocket. A small wooden surfboard jingled against a pair of new silver keys, shining in the early sunlight. The ocean behind him whispered soothingly, and he felt like grabbing a board from the Board Hire below and running out into it... It was hard to resist.



He pushed the door open and a cool draught welcomed him in from the heavy heat outside. The walls inside were orange, their colour bright and appealing in California. The bar was white and very modern, and the stools were white leather, new and untouched. The doors behind the bar were light wood, as were the tables around the Cafe. His eyes glanced upwards at the white wall clock which was silent from the ocean cooes outside. He turned and flipped over the wide orange sign.

Open. The letters were big and bold, as if they were the most important message in the world. He wandered over to the bar, (silently commenting on its complexion), and slid beneath and over to the other side with a quick move. He peered into the kitchens; their white gleam shimmered back at him, yet they were empty. Where is everybody? He thought, slightly concerned and slightly curious. He checked the clock, making sure he had seen the time correctly, and, (he noted with increasing puzzlement), saw that it was actually 10:05 am. He bit his lip absent-mindedly. Today would be a wierd one. His first day.