He turns, then, and waits for her to fall in step at his side before leading them through a few narrow alleyways to a small hole in the wall restaurant. It contains a handful of booths, a counter, and a kitchen essentially, the wall covered in hand-drawn illustration of menu items. Cassian glances at her as they walk inside, holding up two fingers for the man behind the counter, who gestures at the booth furthest from the door.

"This place is good," he murmurs as they sit down. The booths are close to one another and his long legs end up bumping against hers before he pulls them back. "And the coffee isn't bad."