Author's notes: Hello once again for the first time, Audience! So, I've had this chapter's idea for the beginning of a story in my head since about 2008, I just never had a famous person in mind to put with it. Reading other fanfics about Toby (specifically Gurrbill's Gratitude! Go read it, it's good!) after having been part of the Audience for roughly a year now, inspired me to use him…but it seems like I'm not the only one with ideas like this. Oh well! Great minds think alike and all that.

Since I have a problem with details (meaning I like being as detailed as possible), I just want everyone to know that no, I don't know where our friend Tobuscus lives (I don't even live in CA), so yes there may actually be no real reason for him to have been strolling around the North side of LA right before he runs across our heroine. But liberties in writing must be taken, otherwise there would be no story, yes?

The best part about Caffe Luxxe is, in fact, the coffee, Jane concluded as she happily sipped her "Testa Rossa," which is what the café calls their espresso. The worst part? It faces to the South, so the sun beats down on the façade at all times of the day. The establishment must have been aware of this fact, because there were tables and chairs intelligently set up underneath the West awning. Granted, at 7:05 am there wasn't exactly too much sun yet, but that just made Jane's usual table, situated perfectly under the edge of the awning so that the sun never quite reached it but she had a good view of the sidewalk, all the more luxurious.

"Is this seat taken?"

Jane blinked down at her book a couple of times as out of the corner of her eye she watched some guy slide into the seat next to her without waiting for an answer, scooting the chair closer to her than she felt was a comfortable distance for a stranger.

"I guess it is now." Jane said more harshly than she supposed she meant it, her tongue jumping to her defense in her confusion.

"Can I borrow these?"

Now Jane looked up as the intruder quickly and expertly yanked his own distinctively bright aqua zip hoodie off his shoulders, whipped her light jacket out from underneath her purse and, without pause, pulled it over his lime green T-shirt while stuffing his discarded hoodie deep into his lap.

His next move consisted of swiping her ascot cap from its poise on top of her purse and jamming it down on his head, pulling it as far over his eyes as possible.

"You are a strange fellow." She thought it rather obvious that this was the case, but it was the only sentence she felt she could form coherently at that moment. The next one came quicker.

"And please don't flatten my father's hat."

If she hadn't been so flabbergasted at the last fifteen seconds' events, she might have smiled back at him as the roguish man beside her flashed an infectious and mischievous grin in her direction. She did notice the perfectly straight, white teeth with a bit of envy though.

"I didn't know ascot caps could be flattened anymore than they already were." He fired back.

"I think you'd be very surprised." Jane glanced quickly at the current page of her book before closing it and placing it on the table next to her espresso. Whoever this man was, he didn't seem to be going anywhere at the moment, but she didn't exactly want him to take off wearing her clothes.

"You look like someone who runs and hides a lot, who is it you're trying to get away from this time?" Jane crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, turning her head to try and get a better look at this increasingly interesting circumstance beside her.

The man wearing her hat and jacket threw his head back in a great bout of unrestrained laughter, but quickly clamped his hand over his mouth and glanced with nervous, wide eyes back towards the street to his left.

That's when Jane finally realized that since he sat down, there had been high-pitched girly shrieks of joy coming from down the street on the other side of Caffe Luxxe.

The man grabbed for the newspaper someone left on the table next to him and snapped it open, quickly crossing his feet at the ankles in a reclining position.

At that moment, an enormous mob of females burst around the corner and started to run down the block towards the pair sitting under the awning.

Slowly, knowing the man's newspaper blocked the mob's vision of her for the next couple of seconds, Jane grabbed for her book, and with a practiced hand opened right to the page she left. Leaning her elbows on the table and encircling her drink with her arms, Jane had a perfect peripheral view of what was happening.

Jane winced a bit as some of the shrieks periodically hit a certain pitch that grated at her ears, but otherwise, she continued to look perfectly content with her book as if she did not have a care in the world.

"JANE!"

Trouble.

Jane felt that ignoring the shout would be a worse decision than acknowledging it, but she also felt the stranger next to her visibly tense behind his newspaper.

Putting on her sweetest smile, Jane slowly raised her head.

At basically the head of the pack, Jane recognized the frantically waving young woman as Hayley, a friend.

As the mob ran by, Hayley dropped out for a moment and planted her hands heavily on the table, leaning over it with a grin and a gasp for air.

"How long have you been running?" Jane asked with a bit of surprise.

The slender girl got up early every morning and ran two, three, how ever many miles she felt like running.

There were still shrieking girls running by, grins plastered on their faces similar in nature to the one Hayley wore on her own face in the midst of her hard breathing and flushed cheeks.

"Long enough!" Hayley replied happily.

Jane thought she heard 'five blocks' from behind the newspaper next to her, but there was too much noise to be sure. Hayley must have been one of the loudest shriekers if she was as out of breath as she looked from that short of a distance.

Hayley glanced to her right to see how much longer she had to take a break before the end of the mob. Jane looked with her.

There was no end in sight.

"You saw Tobuscus run by, right?"

Jane snapped her attention back to Hayley. To-who-gus?

"What?"

"Tobuscus. The guy we're chasing." If possible, Hayley's smile got wider.

"You mean the one that shot passed, madly clawing at the air in front of him to run faster?"

Hayley laughed, "Yup! That's him!"

The open newspaper next to Jane rustled in what Jane took to be quiet indignation at her description of him and the movement caught Hayley's attention.

Jane did not want to have to deal with the sly look Hayley cast back at her.

"So, Janey. Who is this?" Hayley waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Jane.

"He's-" some random stranger who came tearing down the block and took the seat next to me. Jane choked on her sentence before it could fully form.

"Hay-LEY!" A shout came from the mob that still thundered passed.

"Gotta go. See yah!" Hayley charged back into the mob full throttle, apparently having recovered her breath.

Jane sat amused at the entire situation, also grateful to come away clean from her friend's prying questions.

Another full minute passed before the last of the scary group rounded a corner two or three blocks away. Even without actually having their prey in sight, someone in the front must be pretending they know where they're going.

The newspaper next to her heaved a giant sigh.

"Thank you."

Jane just shook her head, "For what?"

"Not giving me away." The newspaper came down a bit and the brown-haired man grinned his thanks at her.

"I don't even know who you are, so I'm not sure if that's really what I should be thanked for."

"You don't recognize me?"

Jane couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.

"I just said that."

"Right. Well. Thanks for helping out a random stranger who was in danger of being mauled to death by a mass of shrieking, over fifty percent underage, group of females."

"They're the worst when they smell your fear."

He threw his head back for another laugh and Jane felt as if he always laughed that hard.

He sobered up after a moment and snapped the newspaper clean again.

" 'Madly clawing at the air'?" The newspaper came down and he started to meticulously fold it back together, as if to contain his mock-anger. "Did you even see me running towards you before I sat down?" He carefully placed the paper in its entirety back down on the table where he snatched it, then turned to glare at her.

"Well of course not, but it must have been a valid description." Jane closed her book once more, matching him stare for stare.

He looked as if he wanted to stick his tongue out at her, but resisted the temptation, his lips pursing together.

After a beat of that expression, he smiled playfully, starting to fish something out of one of his pockets, "You look like someone who comes to the same place at the same time everyday and sits in the exact same chair so-"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jane felt it to be her turn to glare menacingly at him.

He shrugged noncommittally, the impish gleam in his eyes not mirroring the throw away gesture, "I'd like to buy you coffee tomorrow for saving my life."

"So you're saying that your life is worth one cup of coffee?"

"Well," He leaned over her and took a good sniff at the contents of her cup, "Specifically, I would say that it's worth a Testa Rossa and no more."

"Is that so."

He nodded.

"Well, am I to expect there to be a mob of fangirls chasing after you tomorrow as well? One likes to be prepared for these things, you know. I could bring you a large, Winter coat next time."

Laughing nervously, he scratched the back of his head with one hand in a comically apprehensive manner, finally succeeding in retrieving a phone from his back pocket.

"Trust me, I sincerely hope not." He looked down at his phone and pressed a few buttons, then held the phone up in front of his face.

Jane wondered why he felt that now would be an appropriate time for a picture when he dropped the hand holding the phone into his lap and looked over at her.

"Can I borrow this?" He grabbed at the collar of her jacket with his free hand.

"The jacket, yes. The hat, no."

He remembered that she mentioned it was her father's hat.

Saluting her with respect, he removed the cap and placed it on her head, patting it down once to secure it, "Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am!"

Losing the formality, he laughed, "I feel like I should trade coats all day to help disguise me. I did have some things to get done today."

Jane opened her mouth to protest at him giving her jacket away, but he waved a hand dismissing the comment.

"I'll bring it back tomorrow, don't you worry little lady."

Before she could say anything else, he plopped both his hand and his phone into her purse.

"Audience? WHA-" He pulled the phone out, "What are you going hiding out in Janey's purse? There's nothing to fear out here!" He whipped the camera of the phone up and down the street, laughing nervously.

"Hothothothothothothot." The phone followed a pair of ladies walking into the coffee shop a few feet away. "INTRO of DARKNESS then REDNESS then WHITENESS."

Jane felt super confused. She already knew that this was one strange dude sitting next to her, but in less than ten seconds of time, he had shot up to new heights on her weirdo scale.

"Okay, so, apparently this is…chase…Toby? Day? Or something? Haha," there was the nervous laugh again. He scratched the back of his head, "N-no one told me this when I decided to leave my house this morning and- hothothothothothot. Man, I NEED to go into this coffee shop! I probably shouldn't be sitting still, should I? As soon as I post this, there's going to be this ginormous mob of females crashing up from behind me.

"You want some coffee?" He started to dip his phone towards Jane's cup of espresso. "Nah, I don't think it'd be good for you, Audience. It might stunt your growth. And we want you to grow up to be a super awesome basketball player like nine feet tall or something. Haha! I'm just kidding. Oo, look, birds!" He flashed the phone towards a couple of finches that landed nearby on some bread someone didn't quite get into the trashcan. "They're so cute! Look, someone left them a snack! How sweet."

Jane's phone beeped quietly from the top of her purse and she grabbed it, seeing a text from Hayley.

"So, who was that guy you were with, huh?"

Jane sighed before typing back, "Is the chase over?"

Hayley was always quick to respond and Jane's phone beeped again a few seconds later.

"Yeah, he gave us the slip sometime after we passed you. You didn't answer my question!"

Jane put the phone up, not particularly wanting to answer her question yet. And also realizing that she didn't actually know what guy she was with.

"Okay, so I feel as if we should keep moving, Audience. These are dangerous parts around these here…parts." He got up with his phone and started to move away towards the corner the mob first chased him around.

"Say bye to Janey, Audience! Bye Janey!" He waved his free hand and also his phone back and forth in a quick wave before turning back to continue walking.

"So, they chased me forever, for like…five blocks. Which is forever! I ran around this corner and…"

His voice faded off as he moved farther and farther away, finally turning the corner and going back the way he came.

Jane took a deep breath as she watched him leave and held it for a second before letting it out. This was definitely the most exciting morning she'd had in a long time.

A bright color from the chair next to her caught her eye and she realized her exciting moment had walked off without his zip hoodie. She debated inwardly with herself. If he knew what a Testa Rossa smelled like, he was probably a frequent patron of Caffe Luxxe, which meant that she could very easily take the hoodie inside, say someone left it, and leave matters to them. On the other hand, she did plan on coming again tomorrow anyway, and if he actually showed up, she could hand off the hoodie and get hers in return, or even hold the hoodie hostage until he gave hers back.

Her gaze followed the path the stranger took moments ago, mind wandering off into nothing.

At least...she hoped to get that jacket back. It was one of her favorites.

Okay, I gotta go. Bless your face. If you sneezed during this chapter, bless you. Peace off. Ba-da-do-do-do-do-do-do-do REVIEW! OUTRO OF DARKNESS THEN REDNESS THEEEN WHITENESS. THEN...BOOP!