As Castiel ticked off reasons why she shouldn't be afraid, she found the corners of her mouth turning up despite her shock over the date. And then, at the last declaration, her heart practically melted. That settled it: she was buying him a croissant.
Paper still clutched in one hand, she reached out for his elbow with the other and walked them both to a table just on the edge of the sidewalk, where they could keep breathing the day and still stay within the serving boundaries of the cafe. As she settled, a waiter of average build and a forgettable face approached.
"Your usual, Ms. Beauty?" he asked, and she nodded, adding a basket of croissants with a sampling of jams and fresh sliced fruit to go along. And then they both looked to Castiel for his drink order.
"The coffee, I hear, is very good." She was gradually getting used to coffee, but she hadn't mastered the drinking of it yet. "And I love the breakfast tea."