It was almost a betrayal to go to a cafe that wasn't his own but he expected Michael wanted to actually be able to speak. So Duma had not argued. Instead, he had cleaned up a bit and casually made his way towards the meeting place a bit early. Mostly because he knew he would get distracted along the way. By the time he got there, it was the time Michael expected him. It didn't take him long to find where his brother was sitting.
Duma slid into the booth on the opposite side, folding his hands on the table and looking at him expectantly. It was at that time that the waitress had arrived with Michael's coffee. Duma pointed at it and then himself, nodding slightly. One for him too. Order in, he smiled at Michael. He wondered if they were really catching up or if he had business he wanted to speak of. And yet, he didn't ask, couldn't ask in any other way than letting it reflect in his expression.