Beau's hands managed somehow to release his grip tightly on the Escalade's steering wheel. One of his newest toys, it would no doubt be forgotten in less than a few months. He didn't exactly know what attracted him to it- the white-diamond tricoat, maybe the cream brulee leather interior, or the twenty-two inch chrome aluminum wheels. Beau'd have to get those replaced; they looked much too dingy for his liking. Hell, maybe he'd get the whole vehicle changed. Maybe he'd even buy a newer one! Well, Beau would have to wait perhaps a week to get used to the luxury car. After all, he'd only driven it once.

Stepping from the Cadillac, Beau shut the door with an affirmative snap. The ethereal color nearly blinded him as he got out from the SUV, its white coat reflecting the sun that managed to shine through the dark tint of his shades. He turned to face the coffee shop, fighting the urge to lick his lips. He missed the strong taste of the German caffeine, and the chocolate. Maybe Americans had decent coffee? Who knew. Stuffing the Cadillac’s keys into the pockets of his expensive, brand-name jeans, he wandered into the shop and quickly lined up. He was baffled at the menu.

Of course, from the few months of English translation and studies, he’d only seen the words a few times. The words seemed far too advanced for him, but somehow he made out. Paying with a fifty, which seemed to accumulate in great amounts in his ego-sized wallet, he took his cup and refused change. He sat in the parlor-like seats, snagging a newspaper from an empty booth in the process. Plopping down, he opened the paper tenderly, sipping at his beverage with the same tenderness. He wrinkled his nose at the taste, but he didn’t refuse. He hadn’t had caffeine in so long.

Beau nearly gagged when he sipped at the coffee. It’d tasted disgusting; no doubt would there be orders for the strongest brew in Germany to be shipped to him. The disgusted look on his face immediately straightened when he saw a rather gorgeous Camaro pull up in front of his Escalade, and an even more breathtaking girl stepping from the driver’s seat. As she walked into the shop, he made brief eye contact before glancing down to the paper he held. He didn’t really know why he had it- he couldn’t even read English. Instead, he began to look at the pictures, studying each one before flipping a page. He wanted to look like he was doing something.

Beau had now refrained from touching his coffee at all. It was really stomach-lurching, and he had some intention of returning it. When he glanced back up to see the girl, she’d already taken a seat, texting away on her phone. His own lay in his pocket, which was currently out of service while he switched to a more local provider. When the girl decided to glance up, Beau would nod her over, hoping she’d join him. He needed help reading the paper- he wanted to know if there were any classifieds on bands, and even newer luxury cars.