The whelp comment pissed her off and she didn't care if her knew it. That was one of Laura's major problems, her anger. It was normal for people to smile and laugh fifty dozen times a day and it was completely opposite for her. She lived in her anger. It was comfortable and natural. And when she felt like she was being mocked, she wore her anger like someone might wear a favorite jacket.
Yet here was was, being all helpful and trying to come across as if he really cared and really wanted to help. She watched him stand, watched him write and watched him leave the coffee shop. Still Laura stood there, watching after him and looking like she wanted to punch someone. It made people around her uncomfortable. That made her feel a little better.
She swiped the bag of muffins along with the pen and paper, reading it as she headed for the door. Normally this is where she would turn and find her own way. But this guy was playing a game and it was getting under her skin. Following her nose, she looked in the direction he'd started and held up the pen and paper. "What the hell is this?"
Laura stalked after him and only stopped when she stood right beside him. Anyone on the street would probably have been more than a little amused at a tall older man being glowered at by a girl so very much smaller than he was. "What are you running? What's in it for you?"