How she wanted to spend her lunch break: not this way. But she could do a thing, and a regular client needed a thing done, and she had an appointment later - her last one of the day - so Jaime figured she'd see what she could do. She had an hour, right?
Well, no, by the time she'd tracked the trail to Starlord's, she had forty-five minutes. But that was fine. She'd find the thing, snag a donut, and bail.
That was the plan, anyway, until she saw that someone was sitting where she needed to be. Fuck. So she could wait for him to bounce - but he looked like he had a full cup - or she could rudely interrupt his coffee time. Neither option was appealing, but no fucking way was she having a headache tonight. She didn't really expect a hell of a lot out of her not-date, but all the same she wasn't going to have anything interrupting it, either.
So that meant being rude. Well, sort of rude.
"S'cuse me," she said as followed the tug toward the table occupied by the guy. "I need to get where your butt is," she said with a nod to his chair. Then she frowned as she realized how that probably sounded, but ... oh well. She did need to get where his butt was because his butt happened to be on top of a ring.