She didn't want to laugh. She was not going to laugh at him spilling his coffee. Though, anyone who was looking closely enough might have seen the corners of her mouth twitch when it happened. For a moment she forgot that she wasn't supposed to be laughing at it.
Bee followed him over to the table he had chosen since their first one was now a mess. When he left to get coffee and cookies (yum!), she sank down into the chair he had pulled out for her.
She drummed her fingers along to a beat inside of her head. One of the new songs the band had been practicing. Even as lost in the music as she might have appeared to be, Bee was hyper aware of him returning.