[No, it's Dave who wears the abandoned puppy look as she grabs them a table. He doesn't look away until he sees where she's sitting, and even then, he stands in such a way that he can see her on his peripheral, that there's no way she can disappear while he waits on drinks and information.
When he joins her at the table, he has a double Americano (for him), a hot spiced cider (also for him), a Belgian hot chocolate (for her, because dealing with scary new situations requires sugar fuel), and a thoughtful frown.]
Hey. [He sets their drinks down and slides in beside her, quick to bring their hands together again.] Careful; they're hot.
[He may or may not have taken a tiny sip of hers.
(He may or may not have decided he better be the one to test shit for poison, given the circumstances.)]
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When he joins her at the table, he has a double Americano (for him), a hot spiced cider (also for him), a Belgian hot chocolate (for her, because dealing with scary new situations requires sugar fuel), and a thoughtful frown.]
Hey. [He sets their drinks down and slides in beside her, quick to bring their hands together again.] Careful; they're hot.
[He may or may not have taken a tiny sip of hers.
(He may or may not have decided he better be the one to test shit for poison, given the circumstances.)]
The shop guy's cool. I like him.
[Of course Dave does.]