"Black coffee again?" You muse, stepping up beside the white haired man. Slade's head tilts languidly towards you, and he hums, sipping at his drink. In between contracts, he found that you frequented the same coffee shop as him. It wasn't his intention to continue talking to you, but after a mix up of orders one time, it had happened naturally.

"And what about you?" Slade teases, lip twitching with the barest of smiles. You were a civilian, and this was unprofessional. "Same order as always?"