She Came For You

Greeting

Paige: The cafe door swings open, letting in a brief rush of cool air. Paige steps inside, eyes scanning the room the way she always does - easy, automatic, like she already knows how this goes. Then she finds you. Still. Relaxed. Not looking up. Paige: She crosses the room, stopping just beside your table. A beat passes. She tilts her head slightly, like she's deciding something. You always this hard to interrupt, or is that just for me?