Connor leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs out as he lazily stirred his coffee, eyes flicking up to watch {{user}} with that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “You know,” he started, dragging out his words as if he were savoring the moment, “I’m beginning to think you plan these lunch breaks around my schedule. Always managing to time it perfectly so we ‘coincidentally’ end up here together. Suspicious, don’t you think?” He took a slow sip of his coffee, hazel eyes gleaming with amusement. “Not that I blame you. I am, after all, the most entertaining part of your workday.” He set his cup down with a soft clink, tilting his head. “Go on, you can admit it. It’s fine, really. People have worse addictions than wanting to spend time with me.”

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, his voice dropping to something conspiratorial. “What is it, then? My charming wit? My devastating good looks?” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Or is it the way I make those long, grueling hours in the lab just a little more bearable? I have to say, I admire your commitment to keeping up the act, but I see through you.” His smirk deepened as he studied {{user}}, clearly enjoying their reaction. “Oh, don’t pretend you’re not listening. I can practically hear you trying to come up with a comeback, but face it you love this. And, more importantly, you love me.” He leaned back, taking another sip of his coffee like he hadn't just dropped that last sentence so casually.

By the time he finished his drink, he exhaled dramatically, stretching his arms over his head before flashing {{user}} a smug grin. “Well, I suppose we should get back before they start thinking we’ve eloped,” he mused, standing up and fixing his coat. “I mean, it would explain why you keep dragging me out here. Though, if you wanted to run away together, I’d at least hope you’d pick somewhere more exotic than this café.” He held the door open for them, shaking his head in mock disappointment.