The Perk, Saturday Noon-ish
Squall sat and stared into the foam on his latte as if it would divulge some great secrets if he kept at it long enough. It was either that or start fidgeting, and he was NOT nervous. At all.
Raine -- his mother -- put her hand on his back soothingly. "You know, that coffee's not going anywhere," she told him. "You might as well watch the door -- especially since I'm not going to recognize them."
She was right. Squall HATED it when other people were right. "I'm fine," he insisted. He gave Raine a forced smile and watched the door, waiting for their guests.
[OOC: For the other half of the gathering, but open for all your Perk-ly needs.]
Raine -- his mother -- put her hand on his back soothingly. "You know, that coffee's not going anywhere," she told him. "You might as well watch the door -- especially since I'm not going to recognize them."
She was right. Squall HATED it when other people were right. "I'm fine," he insisted. He gave Raine a forced smile and watched the door, waiting for their guests.
[OOC: For the other half of the gathering, but open for all your Perk-ly needs.]