What an anti-social weirdo. Spencer too wanted to sigh, but his mother also told him that said sighs were rude, and his Gryffindor heart did as well. Sigh. I mean...unsigh.
"Later." Spencer nodded, also turning toward the door. When immediately, a veritable hurricane began to pour down outside. Remember kids, Apparating in a storm is a sure way to get yourself splinched.
In the blink of an eye, all the other patrons had rushed to find a seat, leaving only one lone table empty. Two chairs.