Scorpius spotted her the moment she walked in, though he pretended like he hadn't sat facing the door just so he could look up at it with foolish eagerness whenever someone walked in, and that the sight of her didn't have his breath caught in his chest. He acted as if that small wave of hers wasn't erasing all that hard work he had put into getting over her over the past two years, and that her appearance alone wasn't making him feel like a schoolboy again. She had dressed up for their meeting. He noticed because he always noticed her.
He stood as she approached. It was only good manners to stand for the arrival of a lady, as was drilled into him from childhood, though it looked awkwardly out of place in a coffee shop. "Good afternoon, Potter," he spoke, a little tongue-tied, but he managed. A steady breath settled him to talk with more confidence. "Talking, yes. Though if you wait here, I will order coffee for the two of us." He moved away from the table to approach the counter, ordering a latte for the both of them and not even thinking twice about paying for hers. He was more preoccupied by the looks he imagined he was getting for being in a coffee shop alone with a Potter.
By the time he sat down at their table for two, waiting for the coffee to be made and brought to them, he had gotten up the confidence to begin. "Potter," he spoke, "I am not entirely sure how to begin this so I shall just say it: I have not behaved appropriately towards you during your first week and a half of employment at the ministry. You were right to call me out on it. I should not be treating you like I did at Hogwarts, so you have my apology, and also my word that I will behave appropriately towards you as a co-worker from this moment on. I am... I am sorry," he forced out, breaking eye contact from the guilt. It was only an apology for his small acts of bullying at the ministry, but it was a start.