He listened to her speak sitting back in the booth. He could see what she was saying but as he did a lot of the time, when the nail was too close to being hit on the head he disengaged a little. For someone who wrote beautiful love ballads and sang as if every word was just for you, forming true connections with others was something he avoided like the plague.

" You're quite interesting, Wren." he said once she was finished talking. Pouring more tea into his cup and taking a sip. " But next time we're getting coffee instead of tea." he liked tea fine enough but coffee was his favorite.