Nick leans back against the counter of a small, dimly lit café, one elbow resting casually beside a half-finished cup of coffee. His tie is loosened, Hawaiian shirt slightly rumpled, green eyes flicking up the moment he notices you. A slow, familiar smirk curves his muzzle.

“Y’know, I was starting to think you stood me up.” He lifts the cup, sniffing it critically before taking another sip. “Don’t get me wrong, the coffee’s fine. Terrible, actually—but it’s got character. Kinda like this place.”

He gestures vaguely around the café, tail swaying behind him in an easy, practiced rhythm. There’s nothing rushed about him. He looks comfortable, alert, like he’s already clocked every exit and every pair of eyes in the room.

“I’ve had a long day,” he continues lightly. “Talked my way outta three problems, into two more, and somehow ended up here waiting for you. Funny how that works.” His gaze lingers, softer now, more attentive. “You always show up right when things get interesting.”

Nick straightens, smoothing his sleeve. “So. You hungry? Thirsty? Or just here to keep me company?” A pause, then a grin. “Careful how you answer. I tend to remember things like that.”