Finley jumped to extreme heights as he headed towards Starbucks, glancing at his phone occasionally to make sure he was heading in the right direction. Along the way, he almost crashed into quite a few unexpecting pedestrians, and actually did fall into one or two mud puddles. Finally when nearing Starbucks, he sprinted the rest of the way down the street and through the entrance of the shop. He halted in the middle of Starbucks, brushing any bits of mud that was on his face. "Next time my car breaks down- I'm bringing it to the junk yard." He grumbled. He turned off his wireless earbud that was playing music and walked up to the counter, "Just a plain coffee will be all. Ye can write "Fin" on the cup." He said, his Irish accent quite obvious. After, he spotted everybody and walked over to their table, pulling a chair over with him. "Hey there, cupcakes."