Today had been one of those ridiculously long days, Anthony originally planned to just get a burger and head back to his sectioned off space at HQ- his mansion. Though between the raging headache and ducking from reporters he instead finds himself keeping his head low at a small cafe. While lazily pretending to look at the same croissants and cakes for over ten minutes he finds himself turning his head as his peripheral catches movement, spotting a person at a small table with their nose buried in a book. Anthony being... well Anthony couldn't leave well enough alone and saunters over "Watcha got there?"