Cassidy was already at the restaurant. Well, more appropriately, he was outside the restaurant, smoking a cigarette, leaning against the wall. Slight as he was, he was able to be spotted quite easily, since he was the only guy with a blue streak in his hair, wearing a black peacoat, and fingerless gloves. He had a set of crutches leaning nearby, to aid in his getting around, because he still hadn't fully healed from his accident. The crutches, in his opinion, were getting to be annoying, and he couldn't wait until his hip was fully mended.
He watched the crowd with quiet interest as he had a cigarette, and once he saw Sara, he stood up a little taller and gave a brief, cordial wave to let her know where he was. "Sara?" He asked, just to make sure as he flicked his cigarette away and took his crutches up and rested against them. "Hi, they're just waiting for a table to open up so they can seat us. How are you doing? Feeling okay?"