"No chocolate?" Dick tapped his chin thoughtfully. "What, then? And, mm. There?"

He pointed to a table by the window. And he meant to pay, but, after a moment, opted for not getting into that discussion just now. He didn't seem to be impoverished, at least; when he had the full story, he was going to pay Hartley back. Or treat him, which sounded like the more fun idea.

He picked up the order, ready to go, if the redhead didn't object to his choice.

"And thanks. Mmm, coffee."