Café Cliché | Leona & Benjamin
Standing in line, he hadn’t been expecting someone to run into him. But he instantly blamed it on himself for standing too close. “I’m so sorry.” Benjamin’s tone was soft and apologetic, bending down he started to pick up her belongs. “I really am.” He had seen her before, being head of security gave him a chance to see people. Reaching over, he grabbed some napkins and began to help her get cleaned up, along with himself. Giving her an apologetic smile as he looked up at her now. “Eh, don’t worry about it. I’ve had a lot worst spilled on me.”
"I should've been more careful." She wrinkled her nose slightly as she shook her head, pulling a light smile to her lips. "Still, if you bring your shirt by the Abbey, I can get the stain out." She studied the man in front of her before meeting his gaze, trying to remember where she'd seen him before. She brushed the thoughts from her mind and offered a hand, determining she'd likely just seen him around and her newly discovered talent had made his face stick with her. "I'm Lee, by the way. Leona Craig."

















