Charlie hadn't spotted Stacey, mostly because he was more concerned with trying to get more coffee into his system by inhaling the steam before it cooled down enough to drink. And eating a couple of bites of flaky pastry. He looked up at her with the slightly dozy look of someone who wasn't quite awake yet and gave her a smile that was half-grimace. "Pretty sure it's technically afternoon by now," he said, and gestured at the other seat at the table, inviting her to sit.
Tearing off another piece of chocolatey pastry and held it between his fingers while he spoke. "So, how're you?" he asked, and shoved the food into his mouth. At least there was a hit of fat and sugar going on from the food, because he was definitely coming up short on the caffeine front right now.