ππ₯ ππππβπ₯ π₯πππ ππ ππ to find them a table that they could sit at. Piers took his seat across from her, a small coffee in hand. It looked black, but based on the amount of sugar packs that were open, it was far from just being plain.
It was a sign of a man who was too worried to sleep.
βOver here.β
β Λ piΝeΝrΝsΝ .α
Ha, cute. It was like seeing a younger version of her brother, albeit a bit more nervous, perhaps because it had been a while since the last time he had done something so mundane. She wondered, though, if he felt somewhat intimidated by the idea of hanging out with his captain's sister; Claire Β»
ππ₯ π₯ππππ€ π π¨ππππ to get his composure back, but when he does, Piers cleared his throat again.
βYeahβ¦ okay. Follow me then.β
They walk a fair distance to the ends of the street, which revealed a small cafe about the size of small kitchen. He smiled at the owner before waving a hand at him. +
β Λ piΝeΝrΝsΝ .α
Β» great, actually," she agreed, shooting him an encouraging smile.
