I texted Theo to meet me at the cafe since he said he wanted to see the rough sketch. The place is crowded—not too crowded—as usual. After Elliot gone, I finished Mr. Tyson's assignments. So, now I have free time.
Jazz playing low on the speakers. I wait on my seat by the window after finished the chocolate croissant Elliot bought. Theo arrives exactly on time. Not early. Not late. Right when he said he would.
He walks in with the same ease as always, in that not-trying-but-somehow-put-together way. Grey button-down suit, messenger bag slung over his shoulder, his hair still as neat as ever.
He spots me instantly and lifts a hand in greeting before sliding into the seat across from me.
"Hey," he says, voice warm but low. "Sorry if I kept you waiting."
"You didn't," I reply, nudging the folder toward him. "I was finishing this."
