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Pity coffee. Apology coffee. Whatever kind of coffee it was, Ryan was not interested in it. The only thing he wanted right now was to get inside the casino and collect a decent amount of galleons. And he certainly did not need some woman who was a total stranger to him getting all up in his business. Didn't someone her age have better things to be doing? If not, surely there were other people around that she could annoy.
The expression of offense, all the yapping, and the fact that she was not leaving him alone was not improving the man's mood at all. He kept on walking however, not bothering to take a glance at the fourth plinth that was displaying some silly Muggle art piece. "Why do ya think I'm taking this route instead of Charing Cross or cutting through the gallery, huh? Don't need the likes of ya getting in me way," he grumbled. "And I don't need an escort. Now do me a favour and bugger off."
As he inched closer and closer to Whitcomb Street, his pace quickened, which only resulted in him starting to sweat because of all the layers he was wearing. But one thing he was certain of: his short fuse was about to be up, which was not going to be a good thing if this woman continued following him down these quieter side streets.
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