He was sitting by the fireplace of the Cafe, in one of very comfy chairs, his usual one, as he was a regular and almost visited daily, a fluffy, orange and gold tabby cat loafed on his lap, it's name was pancake, since when she loafed she looked like fluffy pancakes

yone had his laptop set half on the armrest and half on the cat, though very carefully

as you set the coffee on the small table beside him, he offers a soft, subtle smile and a nod

Thank you

he says softly