Lee Jordan needed a job. There was no denying that. And possibly he wanted it to be in radio, but he wasn't sure. He'd met with Kingsley that afternoon to discuss a possible job at the Ministry, but he wasn't really feeling it. The Ministry just wasn't his thing.
Wandering into the coffee shop he stopped by on the way to WWW in the mornings, he made his way up to the counter. Ah, damn. His favorite cute barista wasn't working today. Too bad.
Stepping up to the counter and ordering, he moved to the side to wait on his drink. Oh, fuck. That was that blonde he'd tried to hit on at the club the other night. And he didn't remember much, but he definitely remembered being shot down.