Ron had grinned at her as she had lingered in the bedrooms, thinking about her comments on the Cannons. Yes, they were having a bummer year, like always, but hope springs eternal, he thought cheerfully. She came out, and seemed please, which made him nod.
He poured out the coffee, and smiled, and made their coffees to match, thinking, What are the chances we like our coffee exactly the same? He slid the cup over to her, "Careful. It might be hot. I never seem to put in enough cream to cool it off completely." He picked up his cup and said, "Follow me," and led her through a door. Once they were outside he headed to his left and climbed a flight of stairs. He moved out onto the roof, and took a seat on the of the lounging chairs. The sky was beginning to brighten considerably.