Jimmy shambled into the Mocha with his phone to one ear and a file of tattered papers in the other.
He noticed the new face immediately - it was his job to make sure Mr Sandberg wasn't annoyed and the best way to do it was to know who was about - but the kid didn't look like any threat to anything, other than perhaps the decor.
"Yeah. it's all set," he said into the phone. "Thursday ... You want me to do what? ..Fuck off." He laughed at Joy's glare and gestured towards the coffee machine. "Go on love, ya know what I like," he told her then chuckled into the phone. "No, not you, you twat. The barista. You'd like her - she's blonde, got nice legs, loks like she's suckin' a lemon but I'm sure you could bring a smile to 'er face."
Joy banged his latte down in front of him and he snickered all the way to the nearest free space and nodded to the kid. "You savin' that chair for Lindsey Lohan?"