He dragged his gaze from the window as he heard his name called, and turned with a smile to greet Romilda as she weaved towards him. "Romilda, hey," he said, standing up as she reached her chair and sat down, sitting just after she did and drawing his chair in again.
Grinning back, Robbie rolled his eyes as he realised he'd been caught staring at the shop across the way. He pointed, his elbow on the table surface, at Madam Malkin's through the window. "I was thinking about the difference in men's fashion lately," he explained. "You know, suits versus robes. Haven't you noticed the upswing in wizards wearing suits to work and generally rather than robes? I think it's considered particuarly old-fashioned to wear cloaks and robes and all, some sort of nod to the new era we're in, if you know what I mean." He deliberately didn't mention the investigation. Romilda was a friend, but she was also press. This was strictly confidential information, and he couldn't divulge it.
"Tea'll be along in a minute," he informed, a glance over his shoulder at the counter where a witch was laying out the teapot and cups on a decorative tray. "Didn't know which cake you wanted, whether you want hot chocolate or something, you know, girlie drinks like that," he added with a gentle teasing tone.
"So how've you been, Rom?" he asked, resting his clasped hands on the table. "Arranged that meeting with Josephine yet?"