Travis's POV
"You're really damn persistent aren't you?" I asked the woman, my eyes on her hand which gripped my arm to a halt "Grabbing your King, that's an offence you know,"
I watched as she released her grip and took a step backwards "I'm sorry," she said immediately "I don't know what came over me, I'm just desperate for help,"
"What's your name?" I asked, brushing down the arm of my leather jacket "Before I ask you for coffee, I should at least know that,"
"Alyssa," she said, excitement in her voice "Alyssa Richardson,"
"Well, Alyssa," I paused as I watched all manner of expressions in this girl's eyes. I found myself becoming slightly hypnotised by the shimmering green of her orbs "I'll give you the time it takes to drink a latte to convince me to help you,"
"Wow
