Today would be a good day for cakes or muffins or something. It never hurt to take treats like that to work to share. Then again, they were Capella's muffins. Sometimes, sharing was just out of the question.
In fact, Ron couldn't stop himself from dipping into the bag for a chocolate chip muffin before he even left the café. Some knocked past him on their way out as he took a bite, trying not to get crumbs over his robes. Ron turned to say something, even if only jokingly, when he saw someone so beautiful it almost took his breath away.
Ron took another vague bite of his muffin, still staring. Oh, the way she pushed up her sunglasses was just wonderful. Wow.
He was going to be late for work. But then he wouldn't be able to watch her. Damn.
Someone complained that he was standing in the way and Ron blinked. Right. In the way. Yes. Work.
He could track down Romilda later. Maybe read all her journal entries. Brilliant.