Experiments with art and socialising

For want of a neutral starting point, Viatorus suggested that they begin their playdate meet up at a café he'd spotted on his travels. He was tempted to get a cup of akh while he waited, but settled on a good cup of tea instead. Something familiar and calming. At one point he tries crossing his legs, but his restlessness made his foot jitter so he sat on the edge of his chair, careful not to bump the leather satchel by his feet - of course he has a leather satchel, how could he possibly be a caricature of a British scholar without one?

This man knows Verity, he reminds himself, and Verity wouldn't be friends with anyone bad or immoral or any such thing. It's a small, flawed comfort, but he clings onto it and tries to relax while he keeps his eye open for Steve. The way his fingers are drumming against his cup suggest he's not doing the best job of that.