Camden's skin suddenly felt prickly, the kind of sensation he got when someone was staring at him. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing- there were some people Camden was more than happy to be stared at by- but when he was roaming around political territory, sometimes it was better to be on guard.
Slowly, Camden peeked over the top of his newspaper and relaxed at the sight of the perfectly harmless and wonderful drunk kisser that was Jimmy Monroe.
He raised a hand to return the wave with his own small gesture and a small smirk. The barista took that time to hand him his coffee, and he dropped his change in the tip jar before heading over toward the congressman. "Long time no see," he mused innocently, taking a sip of his latte.