Chapter Three
Samantha found herself standing in the coffee shop waiting for whatever his name was. How ridiculous was it that she liked a guy but didn’t even know his name? She didn’t wait for guys; it wasn’t her style. But she had a feeling he’d be coming to get his usual coffee before rushing out to rehearsal.
Interesting that he drank boring old black coffee. He was such a colorful, unique guy in his costumes that it seemed he should have a more complicated coffee order.
The door opened and in he came, carrying a plastic bag. He wore a fedora and a leather jacket instead of his longer overcoat. He smiled a cocky grin and then she realized that he was Indiana Jones.
“You’re here.”
He tipped his hat. “I’m like a bad penny. I always turn up.” He stepped toward the counter to order.
