WHO: Becca Dunstan & Graham Montague WHAT: A run-in WHEN: This morning! WHERE: Starbeaks WARNINGS: Nah
Starbeaks might have been crowded, but Becca didn’t really mind. It wasn’t a good excuse to be late getting to the office, but it was an excuse nonetheless. It wasn’t her fault the line was really long! It wasn’t her fault that the two guys in front of her ordered absurdly complicated lattes with weird milks she hadn’t realized existed!
It might’ve been a little bit her fault when she backed into someone, coffee in hand, as she started to make her way towards the door. But one look at the person’s face made her decide she didn’t feel bad about it.
Looking at Graham Montague, she couldn’t decide if she should mutter an apology either, so instead she just stood there awkwardly as she tried to make up her mind.
Still waking up for the day, Graham blinked a couple of times as someone collided into him. It was too early for him to react properly, other than to glance down and notice they seemed to be cute.
“You okay…” He pauses when he realised the person was very familiar, and a lazy smile bloomed on his face. “...Becca?” He continued.
Becca scowled, annoyed that he was smiling. It wasn’t fair! Graham didn’t deserve to have a nice face when he was off murdering innocent people for no good reason at all. “I’m fine,” she snapped before pointedly not returning the question. She supposed she’d decided not to issue an apology either.
"And you didn't spill your coffee all over me, so we're both fine." Graham winked, happy to ignore the hostility coming off Becca in waves. She was super cute when she was pissed off, which seemed to be all the time when they were speaking to each other. "I know how much you like your coffee shop meet cutes."
“Well this isn’t a meet cute since we’ve already met and you’re NOT cute,” Becca said with a grimage. If she hadn’t had to wait in line so long and paid far too much for her latte, she’d have poured it all over Graham’s stupid smug face. She hadn’t ruled out the idea completely, though!
“No, I’d say more ruggedly handsome,” he replied with a smirk. “You’re cute though. So it’s more like a… re-meet cute.” Graham wasn’t even sure if that was a thing, but then he barely understood what a meet cute was supposed to be. But it was adorable watching Becca getting all riled up.
Her free hand coming to rest on her hip, Becca continued to glare as she replied, “Ugh, stop smirking at me! This isn’t cute either.”
There was no reason to linger really, but somehow she hadn’t managed to quite make herself keep on going towards the door. “You’re not ruggedly handsome.”
“I really am. And I know you think I’m hot, so.” Graham shrugged. “I get why you don’t want to admit it. Your friends are super judgmental.”
“My friends don’t like Death Eaters,” Becca said, the words so sharp they were practically a weapon. She certainly felt like using them as one. “Neither, for the record, do I.”
"You like me," Graham countered, the smirk returning to his face. “I know you don’t want to admit it, but that’s alright. You’ll come around.”
The look on Becca’s face clearly said that she didn’t think she would. “I don’t like you,” she said, a part of her horrified to remember a time when she almost had. “And I wish you’d stop STALKING me.”
"I'm not stalking you, I'm not obsessed with you or whatever." Graham rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he probably would have shown up here to see her if he'd thought of it. "Starbeaks does better coffee than Knockturn Alley. I come here all the time."
“Good to know! Now I know never to come here again!” It was petulant, but Becca didn’t care. “With any luck I’ll never run into you again. So! Bye, Graham. See you never!” Turning on her heels, Becca headed towards the door.
Graham just laughed, finally paying attention enough to actually shift into the coffee queue. "I'll see you around, Becca!"