11:23:15

Finally the bus stopped at the bus stop. Bradley got off quickly so he could get away from the little boy and his mother. He looked around to find a cafe, and ended up being caught in traffic. Or more so the groups of people coming off the bus.

“Bradley!” someone calls out, getting his attention. He follows the voice finding Marx and Lars thankfully.

Bradley sighs in relief as Marx laughs at him. Lars glances around, being his awkward self. Eventually Marx started to lead the way to the cafe. They stop at a pale gray-brown building, a sign in cursive red lit up words said Hip Belly. The name wasn't attractive. Bradley gives Marx a look but they had already opened the door. A bell rung shortly after, causing some eyes to look their way.

With another sigh, Bradley walked inside behind Lars. Marx greeted some workers there as Bradley looked at the table with sugar and other condiments. When he felt a nudge he came back to earth. He shot a glare toward Lars who happened to be right next to him. Lars hid some of his face in his shirt and moved his arm a bit in Marx's direction. Bradley rolled his eyes looking over to see Marx waving him over.

“What?” he asks glaring at Marx.

“I want you to try the coffee here, so you know how great it is here.” Marx replies grinning then turns away from Bradley whistling for a worker to come over.

A brunette happened to hear Marx and glanced over. She smiled, which most would assume she must know Marx. But Bradley was eyeballing her smile, he couldn't care less if it was to Marx.

“Can I help you?” the girl asks when she gets behind the cash register.

“Of course.” Bradley says before Marx can say anything.

“Umm.. well what would you two like?” she asks raising an eyebrow.

Bradley noticed how arched her eyebrow was, also it was darker than her hair. Her hair was long enough for a ponytail that laid on her upper back. And her eyes-

“Sir.” she says bringing Bradley back.

“Sorry, whatever you recommend and they will have the same.” Bradley says waving his hand as Marx glared at him a little.

“And my brother would prefer a bagel sandwich.” Marx says and the girl nods glancing back at the two as she writes the order down.

“Is that all?” she asks putting the pen behind her ear.

“And-” Bradley started to say.

“That's all.” Marx says cutting him off, and with that the girl was on her way to the back.