Castle's dark blue eyes skirt around the small coffee shop as he struggles to write another adventure to put his character, Derrick Storm, through. He stopped even trying about a half hour ago but didn't want to make the effort to return to the loft on account of when he left his mother was there cooking enough to feed an army, which he and his daughter, Alexis, both knew would end quite badly, especially since they would be the ones having to clean it up.

He scans the customers in the shop, either buying some sort of beverage or sitting at various points all over. He would do this sometimes, just watch for people that looked even vaguely interesting and make up some sort of interesting story to see if it would spark his imagination. He would then write these adventures in one of his several moleskin notebooks he kept all over the house to return to them and see if he could fit any of the stories he wrote in his Storm series.

He was immersed in the story about the young woman by the door in the black skirt and tights who he was so convinced was a spy waiting for her contact to arrive and give her the information on her next target when the subtle ding from the bell above the door sounded and he looked up to be met with the back of the most gorgeous woman he laid eyes on, striding up to the front counter. She had long legs, covered by a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and made longer because of the 4 inch heeled black boots that rested on her feet. He tried not to stare for too long but every time he looked away his eyes always traveled back to those legs. He hoped she didn't notice him staring as he noted the way her long chocolate brown hair fell into perfect curls down her back.

He stopped the story of the spy woman in mid sentence and flipped the page, pressing his dull pencil to the crisp white page and began to write. The words that formed into sentences poured out onto the page. He stopped every so often to glance up at her and make sure she hasn't left without him seeing her face.

He wrote about how she was on her way to work, where she worked he was not sure, and she needed her morning caffeine fix just like every other day but what she didn't know was that back at home her boyfriend of three years was cheating on her in their bed. He was surprised at himself, thinking that someone could ever cheat on someone as beautiful as the woman standing in front of the counter.

The sweeping of her long white blouse and caramel colored leather jacket to slip her wallet out of her back pocket allowed him to catch sight of the golden NYPD badge that read 'Detective' clipped onto her belt and the holster strapped to her hip carrying a Glock 19, her service pistol he assumed. He felt bad for the guy in his story that was cheating on her currently, everybody knows not to cheat on a cop, especially one that knows where to hide the body after they're finished with you. He stares after her for a while before taking a deep breath, pushing himself out of the booth he's been sitting in for over an hour and strides over to the counter.

Kate stood at the marble counter with the glass display window, waiting for the young man with the sandy blonde hair to return with her cup of coffee. Grande skim latte with two pumps of sugar free vanilla, her usual. She still had about an hour and a half before she had to go to the precinct and finish up the paperwork from the case her and her team had finished yesterday afternoon. She planned on coming here early, ordering her favorite coffee and sitting down in a booth, most likely somewhere in the corner by a window and begin reading her favorite author's newest novel, Storm's Last Stand by Richard Castle.

She was a bit distracted, thinking about all the different adventures Derrick Storm could of gotten himself into when the young man with the sandy hair and maroon colored name tag that read "Caleb" appeared from behind the back room and placed the warm cup of cardboard on the counter, ringing it up for her. Kate opened up the wallet she was holding and slipped them out of the pocket, passing over a few bills of different denominations to cover the expense. Picking up the coffee cup, she thanked the man before turning around and colliding into something hard, spilling the contents all over the shirt of the man in front of her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She immediately exclaimed, realizing that the hard object she ran into was the man's solid chest, shaking the thoughts out of her head she threw the cup into the trash beside her and reached over to grab a handful of napkins, attempting to dab the coffee out of his dark blue button up shirt that was now forming a large dark spot on the front.

The first thing Castle thought when she turned around was "Wow, she is as gorgeous as I thought she was." The curls that ran down her back framed her beautifully built face. High cheekbones, straight nose. Milky white skin, perfect curves in all the right places, and full lips covered in a light layer of lip gloss that just screamed 'kiss me' but what intrigued him most wasn't her body. It was her eyes. Her eyes didn't seem to be just one color, they seemed to have a wide variety of them instead, from hazel green to a rich dark chocolate brown and everywhere in between.

That's when he noticed the warm, wet feeling that was spreading over his chest and the fact that she was dabbing his shirt semi-clean with a wad of napkins. He caught her murmuring the word 'Sorry' over and over again, sometimes to herself and sometimes louder and directed at him. He placed his hand over the wad, managing to still her movements and taking the napkins from her hand, throwing them in the black trash can to the side where she threw her coffee cup. He stared at her for a moment longer before smiling and asking.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?