"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Granger. Coming right up." She smiles brightly back at Benny and returns his greeting while Draco drops 40 pounds, easily double the cost of the meal, into the old man’s hand. He guides her over to a high counter with some well-loved stools scattered about. She settles onto one of the stools, expecting him to sit down next to her but he leans against the counter beside her instead. She wondered if he draped his long, lean body over every surface instead of sitting down like a normal human in an attempt to torture her or if it was just a happy coincidence. As usual, he catches her staring at him. It’s such a common occurrence at this point, she can’t be bothered to be embarrassed by it anymore. 