Daphne had taken advantage of a lull in the customers to go out for a late lunch or an early lunch, depending on how you wanted to look at it. She had been frequently visiting a little cafe with lovely outdoor seating and she found herself there once again. She was making her way to what had become her regular table until she realized someone was already sitting there. She was about to turn around and sit else where when she noticed someone familiar sitting there.
"Hell, Mrs. Zabini," Daphne said pleasantly. Chances were low she was currently using Zabini as her legal last name, but Daphne didn't know what she was going by these days. The older woman had once told her she could call her by her first name, but Daphne wasn't exactly raised to do that and it felt a bit uncomfortable to her. Maybe one day that would change. "How are you?" she asked, standing beside the table. "And who is this?" she added, noticing the puppy.