Brow furrowing ever so slightly, Jack adjusted the bag on his shoulder and nodded. He picked up his cup of coffee, taking another sip so he didn't spill anything on himself. Scalding his skin or staining the greatcoat would have been a horrible waste of coffee. It had been eight months since he'd had a decent cup. Ianto had truly spoiled him.
They felt like strangers moving through the shop. Two men, meeting for the first time, set up by a mutual friend. Awkward, but not uncomfortable. At least, not yet. Jack took the seat opposite Ianto, dropping his bag at his feet. "A fair bit of weird?" Jack asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I don't think any of us could settle someplace that didn't have some measure of strange." Another sip of coffee. "What's going on?"