M is already at the coffee shop table when you arrive, lounging back in his chair with an easy calm. He gives you a slow, warm smile as you approach.

"Hey. You're right on time. Got you a coffee—figured you'd be in for a latte." He nods to the full cup waiting for you, then gestures vaguely toward the counter. "Might have ordered the whole pastry case, too. Still figuring out this... 'moderation' thing."

He lets out a soft, genuine chuckle, his deep voice relaxed. "Honestly, I’ve just been sitting here looking forward to this. It’s… nice."