a chance meeting [flynn]

Flynn West was not having a good day. He wouldn't go so far as to call it a 'bad day' but still a bad day none the less. 'Bad days' were usually classified by a clash with a God or attacked by no less than eight monsters. Seeing as today he had been only attacked by three harpies, he considered it a "not very good day but still no bad".

Dashing out of a grimy, New York alley and out into a much busier street, Flynn slowed his pace to a much more casual pace and slipped behind a group of tourists for cover. He knew the harpies would catch up eventually, but his demigod scent could be vaguely disguised by the smells of the city. Risking a quick glance behind him, Flynn could just make out the shapes of the Victorian dressed harpy ladies rounding the corner of the alleyway and coming to a dead stop at the hassle of the city traffic. Flynn grinned to himself as he turned back to pretending to listening to the tour guide drone on about some historical figure or another.

His short attention span was quickly grabbed by a nearby, modern looking coffee shop and felt his coffee cravings kick into high gear. Without much thought to the possibly following Harpies, Flynn made a bee line for the coffee shop. He stepped into the store and instantly the smell of coffee hit him in the face. He took a minute to breath in deeply and grin to himself at the comforting smell. He went straight for the counter, not paying attention to the love stuck males around him, his attention purely on the menu above the counter. Coffee, coffee, coffee. His mind chanted eagerly as he stepped forward to place his order. "Just a black coffee, large." Flynn asked for. His attention wandered as the person behind the counter got to work on making his simple order. Flynn instinctively glanced out the window and saw one of the passing harpy ladies wandering just on the opposite side of the street.

Thinking quickly, Flynn grabbed his coffee from the server with a quick word of thanks before scanning the patrons of the coffee shop quickly. His eyes were naturally attracted to the young woman on the other side of the counter and his heart leaped into his throat. Swallowing slightly, he glanced at the harpy lady again before quickly making his way over to the beautiful girl. He made sure to turn his back to the windows as he walked up beside her under the pretense of grabbing a napkin. Flynn gave the girl a roguish grin and made sure to keep a respectful distance between the two of them. If there was one thing Flynn learned from Roman girls it was that they were perfectly capable of causing as much harm as any muscled man.

"Hello miss." Flynn greeted her shortly.

Words;; 495
Tagged;; Khalessi Greene
Outfit;; link
Notes;; I like to think Flynn has old manners, like Captain America kind of old timer

Flynn averted his gaze from the girl as he took his time picking up a napkin from the counter. He could almost feel the gaze of the of the harpies on the street and the hair along the back of his neck stood on end. His eyes darted upwards quickly to take a look in a mirror on the other side of the counter and saw the three harpies were arguing just on the other side of the street, gesturing wildly in different directions. He took a moment to smirk to himself in amusement. It was so easy to turn harpies on one another, just confuse them a little and its an all out war between them.

He turned his gaze back to the girl next to him and was struck for a moment as to how he could possibly not pay attention to her. Flynn shook of the thought quickly as he notice the almost awkward silence between the two of them before she replied with a greeting. He gave her a soft smile, hoping to soothe her a little. Flynn glanced around at all the other males in the cafe who were all staring unabashedly at the girl next to him. The son of Jupiter sneered at them and unconsciously stepped closer to the girl, as if to shield her from their gaze.

"My name is Flynn West." Flynn introduced himself, gripping Khalessi's hand delicately and bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss. He kept his eyes trained on Khalessi's own eyes calmly as he released her hand and took a step back.

"Would you care to join me with your drink, Miss Greene?" Flynn asked with a charming smile. He almost regretted the words coming out of his mouth instantly. He didn't want to get this innocent mortal girl involved with him when harpies were literally right on the doorstep. At the same time he didn't want to leave Khalessi's side and instead take her back to camp with him where he knew she would be safe.

Shaking off the clearly stupid idea, Flynn gestured with his empty hand to one of the tables at the back of the cafe, out of the view of the windows.

Words;; 374
Tagged;; Khalessi Greene
Outfit;; link
Notes;; None