Draco whipped round, just as surprised to see Anthony as he had been to see him. He held his paper bag almost protectively against his chest. It was quite a large bag - he'd given the child behind the counter far too much money and had overordered to cover his embarrassment.
He hadn't expected to see Anthony so soon. He hadn't quite had time to figure out how he felt about the way things had gone the other night - the parts of it he could remember, anyway. "So?" he shot back, rather childishly, sticking out his chin in defiance. "What's it to you?"