It took a little dodging, but Cris managed to cross the street in the middle of the block without getting run over by a taxi. He could have used the crosswalk, but then he'd have been five minutes late and crown or not, Prince or not, he wasn't about to leave Belle waiting if he could help it. When he entered the coffee shop, she wasn't hard to spot. Belle was the only woman sitting away from the windows but still wearing sunglasses. Of course, he was wearing a wide set of aviators himself-- he didn't have her kind of trouble, but it happened.
He slid into the chair opposite her and smiled, a smile that turned into a tight smirk as he tried to keep from snickering at the size of those shades and her scarf.