Harry entered and saw her. Instinctively, his hackles raised, but there wasn't any immediate reason to leave. He could always bolt if it came to that. Slowly, the writer made his way over, easing his way through the crowd of cheerful coffee drinkers, and pulled out the empty chair before sitting with a sigh.
Nothing was ordered on the way as it was unclear how long he would stay. This, in any right, could be a trap. Still, better to be polite.