All right so whatever, this morning was a bust. Josie had put on pants and everything for a meeting that'd amounted to a fat load of nothing. Brokers these days - like they thought the more they talked the more they'd earn. Now, Josie was a big advocate of corporate performance; BSing was a valuable job skill. He just got a little offended when people thought that stuff'd work on him. Like, was it the muscles? The leopard-print work suits? Josie despaired, he really did. Made him want to go bitch about the young bucks. It was time to indulge in a visit to Diagon, dabble in business in a place where most problems were refreshingly noncomplex. If he built himself a little monopoly as his side hobby, well, it's not like wizards got an education in microeconomics.

As far as cafes went Alohomocha was pretty all right, because besides the usual unwashed masses of humanity it was also staffed by a bunch of energetic, funny-looking young things. Watching them leap about in their impractically tight trousers got the morning blood pumping almost as well as the actual caffeine. Plus they did this special with a dragon made of steam. Though Josie was about 25 years past being surprised by magical party tricks, he could really get behind coffee dragons. It provided an easy .2 seconds of entertainment. He liked to ask for extra extra whipped cream.

He lounged, expansive and besuited, at a table right near the entrance. Sure, every time it opened he got a blast of cold air, but it also allowed him to meet eyes and smile at everyone who came in the door. It was a study in engineered discomfort vs. who he could get to smile back.

Addie desperately needed a jolt of energy.

Desperately.

The New Year and with it the balances, finances of Le Masquerade were staying afloat for the majority. The minority was some bottles of liquor, a few vintage, that had gone out of the back door somehow. Heads were surely going to roll for this once she found out who was to blame. Luckily, Alohomocha was within walking distances of the establishment. Readjusting her sequin jacket and soon braving the cold for those few minutes, Addie headed quickly out of the business, even quicker in the pathways of Knockturn until she arrived at the entrance to Alohomocha. Inhaling, exhaling the free scents, Addie soon swung the door open, rushing inside rather quickly.

She caught the eye, the embodiment that was of the Charles Atlas seal of approval.

One Josie Valentine.

Quirking an eyebrow, she smirked, smiled with a nod while approaching the counter. A Latte Macchiato with a oatmeal crunch muffin, stuffed with cranberries, oranges and that scrumptious oat crunch combo on top. It was a quick payment and soon Addie was in Josie's line of ocular obsession. She snickered low at how absolutely hysterical that sounded. Ocular obsessssssion. Well, put Josie on the move again, she thought and followed through with. "Couldn't help but notice you looking at me and I looking at you. Anything in particular you're needing?"