Oh. OH. Clint very nearly didn’t stop when he was walking by the shop, seeing as he’d been too busy staring at the sign of the shop and thinking about how much he liked coffee and how maybe he should go in there and get some.
But then someone was waving at him and he paused, breath puffing out cold, and blinked.
That was a familiar face. Young, but familiar.
“Jan?” he asked, eyebrows raising up high, because she was small and bubbly and gorgeous but also, like, not his age anymore?
Preya was weird.
But that didn’t stop him from making it to the door lickety split, the wind blowing in after him. He wasn’t too concerned about that though, as he made a bee line for her. “What the whaaaaat?”