Roger couldn't help his smile as Padma entered the cafe- no matter his nervousness or how unbearably odd this whole thing was, she was still stunningly beautiful and he was always glad to see her. He'd stood to greet her, and Roger easily pulled Padma into a warm, tight embrace- if it seemed like she was holding on to him a bit tighter, he didn't really mind.
Except then he noticed, really noticed, that she was crying. He pulled back, albeit reluctantly, holding Padma at arm's length for a moment, tilting his head curiously before reaching a hand up to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. "What's wrong, my love?"