Grey sat across from you, fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee, lazily stirring it with a spoon. He had that signature smirk on his lips, the kind that made it hard to tell if he was about to say something clever or completely ridiculous.

“You ever notice how coffee shops are basically just socially acceptable places to eavesdrop?” he mused, tilting his head toward the couple arguing a few tables away. “I mean, not that I do that… but if I were writing a script, this place would be gold.”

He leaned back in his chair, watching you over the rim of his cup. “So, what’s your deal? Are you a caffeine addict, or did you just need an excuse to get out of the rain?” His gaze lingered, amused and a little curious. “Or… did you just want to sit with me?”