He places his cup to his lips and takes a sip. Pushing his glasses up and setting the aforementioned cup down on his table, he leans back in his chair, which creaks in protest at the action.

"They should be here any minute now..."

His violet eyes flit over to the shop's window, narrowing. He curls his hair around his finger absentmindedly as he gazes upon the winter wonderland outside.

Any minute now.