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Who: Rob and Tree
Where: Italy, that's where they keep the good coffee
When: Weekendy-ish
What: Coffee meeting and alley funtiems
Warnings: Uh, yes. Very yes.

Rob had long since decided that he quite liked Triesta, she was good company in more ways than one and reminded him a lot of home the same way Navi did.

At that particular moment he was perched in one of the high-backed chairs on the patio of a cozy little cafe that was in about the same place as the cafe he usually stopped at when he visited his tailor in Rome, and it had about the same menu, which was just fine with him. He was sipping delicately at a demitasse cup of coffee, scanning the crowd for the splash of color that was his companion's hair, made her easy to pick out of a throng, that was for sure.

Somehow he managed to lounge and perch all at the same time, just one of those things he'd gotten good at over the centuries, perfectly comfortable in the warmer weather, if asked he'd blame it on the silk, he was a big fan of silk shirts, they were marvelous for regulating temperature as far as he was concerned.