the wi-fi is strong and they have cheesecake. ['shrugs] so. is it yours or not. it takes precious energy to come all the way here from my table, you know. ['points at her seat, which is only one table away from yours] i don't like stuff on my table. it makes a clutter.
Peculiar wouldn't do this one justice, though in his experiences it was always him who was the odd one, this time he felt it was her. Seizing the coffee outstretched to him, he carefully opened the lid to get a closer peek inside. "If that short walk tired you out that much, maybe you should let me take a look at you." A soft shake of his head. It certainly did look as if it were his... "You didn't...do anything weird to it did you?" A cautious question but she was a stranger after all.