Draco followed her to a booth towards the back and was grateful she’d selected a place where they’d have some privacy – from prying eyes and for the fact that he really had no idea what to expect. He watched her casually as she got Teddy situated and quietly waited patiently until she spoke again.
“Quiche.” He repeated pleasantly as he glanced down at the menu. His tastes were a bit more refined than what the glanced menu led him to observe, though it wasn’t really the food that interested him. However, he wasn’t sure where to start for he’d never considered he’d be sitting with the woman with whom he was about to break bread with. He coughed quietly and looked back up at her, a wobble in his voice that suggested he was a bit nervous but wanting to bridge the canyon that had been placed between them.
“I suppose,” he began with a curl to his lips that bordered on a smile, “there are years of catching up to be done.” His voice wobbled, though it was pleasant and friendly.