Draco had of course thought that she might need better directions, but it appeared that she was no longer reading her journal, so closed his own as well, digging through his possessions for the photo album. He also realized that she likely wouldn't know what he looked like, but unless she was around twelve or so, which it didn't seem like she was, he knew what she looked like.
He turned to the door, waving his wand to release the various wards in place, and stepped out of his room, giving another wave to put them back in place. Turning to head out of the main room, he gave another glance at the near by door, the name Lucius Malfoy emblazoned across it. Something else he hadn't mentioned to his mother. But there was time enough for that later. He headed out of the room without a second glance back.
The rain was still light as he headed down the sidewalk, his thoughts racing. What should he tell her? Everything that was to come that she hadn't yet experienced? Nothing about it at all? What about his aunt, her sister, being imprisoned in Azkaban? He opened the door to the cafe, glancing around briefly before spotting his appointed dinner companion. "Mother," he said as he approached. Though saying so seemed a bit odd, given she'd given her last name as Black, and thus not yet married or having a son. Having him, that was.