Owner	Pose
Pietro Maximoff	It's past evening, and closer towards night, and Pietro is settled into a chair. He sits at a corner table, with a box of pastries sitting on the table in front of him. He has a large paper cup of chai tea sitting in front of him. There's another cup on the table as well, which is a drink for Willow. Yet she hasn't arrived. He sent her a message, to invite her to meet him here. Whilst he waits, Pietro can't help but to fidget a bit. Sitting still is a challenging thing for him, but for Willow, he tries it. He glances across the room which is fairly crowded for this hour, and then he lifts his cup to take a sip of his tea. It's drizzling outside a bit, and there are fall leaves that get tussled around a bit by a breeze. His white hair is a bit damp, but he doesn't seem to either mind or have noticed.
Willow Rosenberg	As it turns out Willow was in the neighborhood.. kinda. At least she didn't have to cross the city! She quickly hurried her shopping (sage, candles, and incense) and hurried on over to what was shaping up the be their favorite spot. Before she entered, she pulled out her phone and texted him: Wills: Shouldn't be much more than an hour. *squiggle face* Yes, she was tricking him.
Pietro Maximoff	Though he didn't drink coffee, the coffee shop had tea. And he quite enjoyed a good cup of tea, which is what he always ordered. The heel of one of his feet lightly bobs against the ground, and he briefly scans the room again before he takes a sip of his tea. Again. Lifting his free hand, he lightly pulls his fingers through his hair. When his phone pinged with the message, he pulled it out from his back pocket and unlocked the screen to read the message. Then he blinked at it. An hour?! He glanced towards the drink he'd bought for her, which will be cold by then if she's actually that long. Then he replied to the message: I will wait for you. :)
Willow Rosenberg	Outside the cafe's door there was a giggle. Will: I could try something new? Oh yes, she was having a great time poking him. She knew Pietro hated beyond hate waiting for anyone or anything. Will: I've never done this before. Could you close your eyes and wish it would go right?
Pietro Maximoff	Another message pinged in to his phone, and Pietro raised an eyebrow as he unlocked the screen again to read it. Try something new? He shifted his weight slightly where he sat at the table, and then took another sip of his tea as he considers the notion. Then he replied: 'What sort of something new?' He reached out with his free hand to lightly push and nudge the box of pastries a little bit, yet he doesn't open the box. His phone pinged again, and he looked down to it to read. The corners of his lips quirked up a bit, and he gave a soft grunt of sound. 'This is one of those magic things, isn't it? I can try that though I'm not sure how well it will work from here?' he messages back. He shifts the paper cup a bit where it sits, takes a brief glance around the room, and though he likely feels more than a little bit silly doing it, he closes his eyes to at least mentally wish for things to go right.
Willow Rosenberg	Will: Yes, it's another magic thing. Another giggle erupted from Willow. This one he could hear - or so Willow thinks. And she put her hand over her mouth to stop her from giggling. Will: Don't forget to count to ten. If I am correct, it won't be longer than that.
Pietro Maximoff	The white haired man makes a soft 'hmmph' sound. Then he smoothly crosses his legs at the knee before, the toes of one of his feet lightly tapping against the leg of the table. He fidgets. He can't help it, really. But he is, at least, trying not to. At the ping of another message, he quirks an eyebrow slightly upwards as he opens his eyes to check the message. After reading the messages, there's a smile that quirks at the corners of his lips. He locks the phone and then sets it face down on the table. He closes his eyes again and settles his arms across his chest -- not folded, but just trying to keep from fidgetting his hands. How quickly does she expect him to count? For Pietro, slowly is a challenge. But that is what he tries to do, is wait, and count -- in his head -- to ten.
Willow Rosenberg	Too bad she didn't tell him to count one bottle of pop.. two bottles of pop.. C'est la vie. As Pietro closes his eyes and counts, Willow starts to enter the coffee shop. Trying all the while not to giggle.
Kit Killovarras	Right behind Willow comes a lanky individual, dressed down in a black hoodie, black jeans and with his hood drawn up. He's silent in his movements, catching the door with his elbow as he takes note of the giddy Willow, but he's not going to be the one to interrupt. Instead, he'll make his way towards the counter after letting the door close quiet enough that no one should have noted it had opened in the first place. It's a roll of the dice when Kit enters a venue he's never been to before, when he has to reveal himself in any way to anyone. This time he'll try to minimize it and instead of showing his face? He'll simply make his order, "Double shot white mocha.." and then hold out a few bills.. With a paw... He is going to over-pay too, he always over-pays. He's found that a bit of generosity can make a world of difference in whether or not a server will scream in terror, or just get him his order without too much of a fuss.
Pietro Maximoff	Though he hears the door open and there's the announcement of that little bell at the door, Pietro doesn't open his eyes to look towards it. Nope! He hasn't reached the count of ten yet. He really is trying to count slowly! Even when he does reach ten, he wants for a couple of moments longer. Just in case. He might have counted too fast! A lock of his white hair settles to fall across his forehead, and that's when he opens one of his eyes. And he peers at it. Hmmph. His back is halfway towards the door, and he moves one of his arms to bring it to rest on the table, his fingers lightly drumming on the tabletop. He opens his other eye a moment later, and then he reaches out to pick up his tea and take a sip. He glances briefly towards the customers in line, but his attention comes back to his table only a moment later.
Willow Rosenberg	A quick peck on the cheek announces her. "Tada!" No, she didn't use magic. Though she started to wonder, will teleportation work the way she imagined it would work? A continuous form of physics crossed with magic? Though she was certainly better at maths. Though math and magic.. hrm.. Waiting for him to realize she'd played a joke on him, she wonders, "Should I go up and get a drink?" No she didn't know that he had brought her one.
Kit Killovarras	Theres a moment where Kit thinks he might actually get his drink this time without a scene, but then the person at the counter stops suddenly and peers at what they can see under that hood... It's hard to conceal such a long facial structure this close and like clockwork, there's a pause in their motion to take the cash, ".. Don't.." Kit tries to say, right before...
Kit Killovarras	Kit Killovarras says, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" and the poor barista stumbles back and bolts for the back room!"
Kit Killovarras	Theres a moment where Kit thinks he might actually get his drink this time without a scene, but then the person at the counter stops suddenly and peers at what they can see under that hood... It's hard to conceal such a long facial structure this close and like clockwork, there's a pause in their motion to take the cash, ".. Don't.." Kit tries to say, right before... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" and the poor barista stumbles back and bolts for the back room! "Fuck.." Kit mutters, looking up to check the price of what he'd just ordered, then counts out triple the cost and sets it on the counter. By the time the manager comes out - probably due to his employee screaming about a monster - he's already got his paw back in his pocket and before the manager can say anything, he mutters, "I just want a drink.. It's been a long night already, so can I just get my order, please..?" Aaaand, $28 later, the Aardwolf has his sugary medium for an excessive amount of caffeine and is turning towards the door. He pauses for a moment, mid-sip of his drink as he notices Willow and... Someone he very much doesn't know? Oh well, the pair get a little wave regardless.
Pietro Maximoff	There's a flicker of surprise at the kiss his cheek earns, and he quirks a smile as he looks to Willow, his blue eyes showing a sparkle to them. "Ah, there you are," he says, giving a small nod to her. He lifts a hand to gesture slightly towards the paper cup sitting across from him on the table. "I got your favourite," he says, his smile easily returning. He studies her for a moment, then glances to the door before looking back to her. "You didn't use magic to get here," he says, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Did you?" He's not entirely certain since magic can do a lot of things -- which he knows on account of his sister and others. When the barista screams, that earns Pietro's attention, and he looks swiftly towards the front of the line of patrons. One of his eyebrows quirks up and he doesn't get a very good look at the fellow who seems to have caused the fracas. Until he turns around, that is. "Huh," he says quietly. He seems more curious than anything else. He glances from the fellow to Willow and then back, and he gives a nod of greeting.
Willow Rosenberg	"No," she admits. "I was already in the neighborhood when you called me. I always planned on telling you." Willow grins. "I was outside texting you. Once I giggled so loudly that I was certain you'd heard me. There were people coming and coming, I was certain you'd heard everything--" And that's when the screams started. Willow looks to the screams, getting her magics ready, but she stops. "Kit?" Apparently she knows him.