[His hand lingers on the table for a moment before he hits up the line. It's a little busy, but not too crowded. While he's in the line, he keeps a watchful eye not only on his charge at the table, but on everyone who comes in.
After a few minutes, he returns with a small latte, an iced cold brew, and two slices of frosted lemon cake. One for each of them. Feels as natural as ever. That part is weird.
He tries to act nonchalant as he sips at his iced coffee, but there is something up his sleeve, definitely.]
I suppose you have questions. I have some for you, too. Want to take turns? [Another little game... but that's just how he is.]
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[His hand lingers on the table for a moment before he hits up the line. It's a little busy, but not too crowded. While he's in the line, he keeps a watchful eye not only on his charge at the table, but on everyone who comes in.
After a few minutes, he returns with a small latte, an iced cold brew, and two slices of frosted lemon cake. One for each of them. Feels as natural as ever. That part is weird.
He tries to act nonchalant as he sips at his iced coffee, but there is something up his sleeve, definitely.]
I suppose you have questions. I have some for you, too. Want to take turns? [Another little game... but that's just how he is.]