Draco & Sydney
One day he might actually get to touch her. One day. But between then and now, Draco wasn't about to hold his breath. On the other hand, he would continue to push her level of comfort until she accepted him.
"Awful coffee sounds like a true problem," Draco said with a shudder. His taste buds may have learned to appreciate the drink, but his palette was refined enough that it knew the difference between good and bad.
"What brought you here though?" he asked, withdrawing his arm and bracing his forearms on his bent legs, his eyes on her face. "As clearly, it wasn't the coffee."