Sharon Carter and Athos
It was entirely D'Artagnan's fault that Athos had taken to grabbing a coffee whenever he was anywhere close to Baxter's. He'd even grabbed a couple of the way home before so he and his boyfriend could have one. Boyfriend. It was still strange yet nice to think of D'Artagnan as such. More nice if he was honest.
He was reading the paper with his coffee before heading into the office. Despite the warmth outside he still placed his usual order. He wasn't too keen on all these ice coffees, it just felt wrong to him, though he knew he was in the minority on that one.
Glancing up he spotted the young woman from a couple of weeks ago and nodded to her with a small smile. She looked like she was trying to find somewhere to sit so he indicated the chair opposite him with his paper, she was welcome if she wanted to sit.