He had the feeling that, if he overthought this relationship, then he was just going to screw something up again. Quentin didn't have an infinite supply of second chances, and he was going to do the right thing by Calista, wherever that took them from here on out. He was in no rush - this was perfect. Taking day by day just how it came, and the future would take care of itself.
"Bone-dry cappuccino." The words rolled off Quentin's tongue, just because he'd ordered it so often over the years. "Did you like that, last time?" Because the last time they'd been to Starbucks together she'd told him that she loved him and well, that was way more important than whatever drink he'd gotten. Balancing his coffee next to him - thank god for telekinesis - he slipped an arm around Calista's shoulders, keeping her close. He wanted coffee and snuggles, damn it. "Yeah, I did. What about you?" She'd been up early to do all this, but that could just be because she worked baker's hours. God only knew Quentin was going to take every chance to sleep in that he could get.