Damien had been sitting beside a window, his coffee on the table in front of him. He was dressed in clean dark slacks, a black silk button-shirt, with an expensive overcoat. He was holding a newspaper, one of business.. the Wall Street Journal. He seemed deep in thought, looking at various stocks. Something odd, though not for him, as he saw the categories.. he seemed to instinctively know which ones would go up, and for how long. He'd have to make some calls soon.
He had given some thought to doing an interview with Forbes or GQ magazines. After all, as far as he knew, he was the youngest CEO in the country. But that was because his 'father' had died years ago, as well as the man's son, so naturally, it fell into Damien's hands this year.
Smiling to himself, he motioned for a waitress to come over. "Excuse me, miss.. yes, the coffee is fine. Thanks. Now, I would like some blueberry jam on bread. Lightly toasted."
She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Thorn. Anything else today?" This young man had been a regular, she had seen him come in a couple times before.
Damien smiled, "No, that will be all." He brushed his fingers lightly across her wrist, seemingly by accident.. but it brought a light gasp from the girl, one of surprise and.. want.
He smirked as he saw the woman look confused a moment before regaining her composure. As he saw her go see about his order, he chuckled at the effect he could have on innocent, unsuspecting minds..