Enigma was sitting in a corner, Marcus not far away, enough to give them space, but close enough to be there in an instant. She sighed, adjusting one of the bows on her dress before crossing one leg over the other, glancing at her watch as she waited for her father to appear. She raised her head and looked up at him. A wide, bright, happy grin appearing on her lips before she could hide it. She nodded him over, taking a sip of her coffee, her foot tapping nervously.