Claire tensely thanked the woman for the order, then immediately went about the mindless motions of adding cream and sugar to the coffee. The pie smelled...god, it smelled fantastic, enough to twist her stomach in another rumble.
It distracted her, apparently enough to have completely missed Dean's approach, because when her eyes ticked back to where Rory was standing, it was next to a familiar face.
She wasn't sure if Dean was avoiding her gaze, or just didn't see it. Either way, Claire locked on in that unmistakable yes, I see you expression.