Remus had been so engrossed in staring, rather blankly, at his laptop screen, that he had not noticed the other man edging towards him. Not until, at least, he was addressed by him. Jumping terribly, Remus looked around, amber eyes a little wild with surprise, before they relaxed. The gentleman who had spoken didn't seem particularly vicious, or angry, in any way, and Remus' fight-or-flight response quickly died down into quiet curiosity.
What an odd looking individual - it was almost as though all of his features had been put behind a silver filter, washing him out and making him look almost ghost-like. But certainly not Caucasian. He was what you might consider good-looking, though, Remus thought, and he found himself instantly intrigued. He was quick, therefore, to reply, once the question was posed.
"A-ah, of course! I'm sorry, I didn't see you at first."
Pulling his laptop across the table to leave the man some more room with which to place his drink, and placing a few excess books back into his messenger bag which lay on the floor next to him, he gave a rather awkward, lop-sided smile. The usual Lupin smile. His attention was drawn, a moment later, to the smell of the stranger's drink. Mm. Hot chocolate. Remus was a huge fan, although he'd gone for the mocha today, with the thought of getting his chocolate fix as well as a caffeine buzz. Thus far, it wasn't really working. Disappointingly.
"What's your name? If I can ask."
Polite, but cautiously so, Remus posed his own question. He'd began to fiddle with a loose strand of thread from the end of one of his fingerless gloves. He was vaguely aware how much of a mess he must have looked in front of the stranger. Darned clothes, fingerless gloves, bandages running up to his elbows... Damnit, Remus, why must you look so much like a homeless person? He mentally hissed to himself. He felt rather plain in the proximity of a man who seemed so naturally beautiful.
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