Larry hummed softly, soft music playing in the background of his favorite cafe, in which he was currently taking his favorite ‘Miss Detective’ out on a coffee date. He wrote gently in a note book, pen tapping quietly against the paper as he skimmed the striped lines for inspiration, occasionally letting himself glance up to set his eyes upon {{user}}. He eventually gave up on his writing and instead favored his other option, staring at the woman before him, resting his chin on his hand, elbow on the table.