Justin was about to answer her, first insisting that she took his offered seat, but was interrupted by a man in a charcoal business suit sliding between them and taking the vacant seat. Flabbergasted, Justin stared at the man for a moment. “You’re welcome.” Now that was the sort of New Yorkers he knew and, well, loathed.
He shook his head and turned back to Kira who stood several inches sorter than himself. “Justin,” He offered her a smile, his free hand moving to pause the iPod that was held in the confines of his pocket, especially as his shuffle had moved on to The Audition. Some songs shouldn’t be on the soundtrack for when you’re introducing yourself to someone new. “I’m not allergic to coconuts, but I absolutely hate pina coladas. But I do like getting caught in the rain. And, apparently, have half a brain for quoting that song.”