When he gets over his initial anger at the cup bouncing on the ground and the pathetic noise as it rolls away, Jordan sighs. He shakes the bottom of his pants leg to get rid of excess coffee and groans, scratching his cheek as he gets annoyed at himself. He's just about to go to the counter to ask for a towel when someone scoots over and starts to clean it.

He looks down at her and when she looks up he notices she is very pretty. Jordan smiles a little and takes the napkins. 'Hey thanks' he says softly before holding her gaze just long enough for him to feel uncomfortable. 'I'm always doing this...' He mumbles, referring to the dropped coffee to try to break the awkwardness.

Jordan bends down to help with wiping up the spillage. Normally he would leave it to the staff, but he feels obliged to help the girl. He starts to wipe some of the coffee as he looks at her again. 'Hi by the way. My names Jordan. Thank you so much for helping me out.'

Jordan laughs lightly and puts his napkins down, wiping his hand on his jeans and shaking her's. 'What a lovely name. I love the accent too. Is that from Europe?' He smiles. He had never been confident in himself, but Jordan was always sweet around pretty girls, even though he believed he had no flirting skill at all.

Jordan nods. 'I thought so. Two people in my band are French Canadiens and they speak like that when they talk French to each other.' He smiles at her. 'It sounds real cute though.' He stands when she lifts the napkins and sighs. 'I guess I don't. I'll try telling them their door did it. Maybe I'll get a free one. Or I'll say I work here and make my own.' He laughs nervously.

Jordan notices the way Destinee blushes and he feels a little as if he said something wrong. 'Sorry....did I upset you?' He asks. When she mentions the coffee he laughs. 'Alright you're on. Come on, let's be cool. The cooler we look the more chance I have of a win.' He pushes his hair back and adopts what he believes to be a cool face.

Jordan smiles at her and tries not to look too creepy after what she just said. He glosses over the fact she nearly called him 'cute' and walks towards the counter. 'You shouldn't be nervous really. You should be confident. You seem really nice.' He stops at the counter and smiles to the chick behind it. 'Hello there....Brianna' he says, clocking the name tag. 'I just bought coffees for myself and my friend Destinee and as we were leaving, your door knocked them out of our hands.' She stares at him, fed up. 'I'll get you fresh ones....' The teenager says with a sigh.

The teenager turns to Destinee. 'I only speak English. I don't know any German.' She smirks sarcastically. Jordan looks a little embarrassed when she thanks him. 'No problem. If I hadn't got you one you might have gone and that would suck..' He blushes.

When the girl delivers their drinks she picks up a mop and goes to tend to the spillage, scowling. Jordan laughs as she walks away. 'I think we irked her.' When he sees Destinee's expression, he smiles at her. 'Don't worry, I know what you meant. Do you want to join me for a drink? Only if you want to....you don't have to...'

Jordan smiles widely at her. 'That's awesome. And sure I can show you around. I'd love to.' He nods. 'What's a nice girl like you doing in this city anyway?' He blushes at the cheesy question.

Jordan looks a little puzzled as she struggles for words and then laughs a little. When she mentions the band name, he puts 2 and 2 together. 'Wait ..you're...you're that Destinee?' His eyes grow wider. 'My friend Stacey loves you. She's the only one of my friends whos not all punk and she got your album today.' He nods. 'Imagine this...meeting a celebrity here.'