Dean had considered going to Fred, having a talk with her. He knew the girl had a brain and more info than some databases it seemed. She knew shit, and he wanted to know why she hadn't been part of that fiasco; in a small way, he was glad she wasn't there. Few people who had experienced that the better. So, when he got the text, he was able to put off what was probably going to be a very awkward discussion.
Be there in 10 or 15. The fact that the City wasn't moving meant that he didn't have to worry about the shop moving any time soon.
He was soon parked on the side of the street, in the time he had said. He probably could have walked it, but he did like driving his baby around as much as possible. He climbed out and headed in, looking very comfortable. For all he knew it was a coffee and booty call, which he was cool with. If she looked up, she'd see the usual knowing smirk on his lips. He could do with the distraction this meeting could bring.