Crossing Circles || Rabastan & Augusta || Convo
It was a brighter scene than Rabastan was used to as of late, and, getting his bearings, he couldn't decide whether that was a comfort or an abnormality that would eventually cause his skin to itch with the incongruity of it. Azkaban was a far cry from the sunny place. But the Muggle cafe had been his contact's choice, not his, and he could appreciate the logic behind it. The place wasn't Auror-bait, somewhere that such meetings were busted on a biweekly basis. And that just meant extra security for him. But he was still relieved when the man he knew to be a wizard stood up and left a table halfway down the strip of floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving his message concealed there.
But just as he began to toss his coat over the back of the chair, the waitress beside him fumbled a mug of coffee. His quick eyes caught the movement of the woman at the table as well, a twitch of her hand like she was used to reaching for something to stop a mess before it could be created when she wasn't in the middle of a Muggle establishment. Like she was reaching for a wand. "Allow me, please," he said quickly to the babbling girl bending to scoop up the shattered mug. She quieted, and stood red-faced until he had put as much of the porcelain on the tray as he could. Looking at the customer herself, he said, "Would you allow me to sit with you for lunch if I replace your drink?"