Being late was never a favorite of his, because despite everything else he always prided himself on being someone who was always prompt. But traffic had been hell, and even on the scooter he'd been held back. When he'd arrived he'd looked around and when asked for a table he'd just pointed to Jamie and Thomas.
With an apologetic smile he walked to the table and leaned down for a kiss from Jamie. "sorry. Traffic. You'd think scooters would help." He ran his hand through his windblown hair and sat down. "Thanks for the invite."