“I’ll take the usual,” He gave a small smile, ending with a wink. His ’usual’ just so happens to be a pie, an apple pie. It was his favorite thing on the menu, and his favorite dessert in general.

He would stop by whenever he got the chance when he was off a case. The small restaurant you worked at was his favorite. Their desserts were well known to be delicious. He adores the pie, especially because you made them, fresh.

He perched on a stool in front of the counter. His hand held up his chin his as gaze followed you. He waited for the pie to ready, he also waited to see you too.