Watson sat at his usual table at his favorite cafe’ just a little walk away from the flat. He sipped quietly on his coffee and looked around a bit. It was a quant little place and had a homey yet modern feel to it, just the way he liked it. Watson noticed the usual customers loitering around and didn’t think much of it until he saw him. Richard Brook, the Storyteller, standing at the end of the line, a few other people in front of him
"Oh my god," Watson nearly spit up his drink he was so shocked. When he lived with his sister and helped take care of her kids, he’d watch The Storyteller all the time with them. They loved it. Loved him. Just couldn’t get enough. It was odd, seeing him now, not on the telly and in actual real life. Should he say hi? Should he ask for his autograph? For the kids, of course….
Before Watson knew it, he too stood up and got in line. He all of sudden had a hankering for a good jelly donut, or he wouldn’t mind one at least. He got in line behind, Richard, his heart racing in his chest. Watson opened his mouth to say something then closed, it opened it up again but thought better of it. Maybe I should just sit down or go to the restroom or something…this is pathetic! He thought, annoyed at himself. Watson licked his lips and decided to man up.
"Excuse me," Watson mumbled, as he tapped Richard on the back, trying to get his attention.