driving on a sunday, tucked in the mellow pace of life [closed; I musebox with myself]

[mr_lawyer_there]

[Phoenix Wright was walking down the street when he spotted two familiar faces in a nearby cafe. He backtracked and glanced into the window...and sure enough, he was rewarded by the view of Miles Edgeworth sipping tea at a table close to the display of cakes that Larry Butz was ogling. Judging from the way Larry pointed and scratched his head and repeated the process again, he was indecisive. Miles didn't seem to be saying anything at all and was preoccupied with the book he was reading. Oh, wait, his mouth moved a bit; Phoenix couldn't hear what the prosecutor said, but whatever it was just made Larry scrunch his face up like a child who had just been denied a treat.

It was a nice day, and he wasn't too busy - actually, he wasn't busy at all. So he decided to enter, opening the door and hearing the little bell overhead announce his presence. He waved at Larry and Miles as he approached them, one hand in his pocket and looking very much like the casual lawyer he was.]