Nessa found the way he dodged her question amusing, and her eyebrow perked up slightly when she smiled at him. He was evasive, but she supposed one would have to be after so long in the spotlight. Any little tidbit of information accidentally given to the wrong person would undoubtedly end up in the papers. And it'd have morphed into something awful or humiliated by the time it hit the press too. Better to keep things vague, she supposed, but it did pique her interest a bit more. Perhaps there was more to Charlie Baker than just a singer who still hung out with his Hogwarts friends. Seemed so now.
Seeing he was nearly finished, Nessa set down her fork as well; half the pie was still on the plate, but it had been an oversized slice, to begin with. "Yes, next time," She answered after he had all but spun out of the seat, but even in the sudden commotion, she hadn't missed the fact that he'd paid for her meal as well. "Thank you for lunch," She said with another soft smile. Leaning her cheek out toward him when he came that way, Nessa thought nothing of the motion; it was a nicety, just like paying for lunch, but it was respectful. Briefly, the thought of saying something like 'tell Sam and the boys I said hello' crossed her mind, but then she wondered if they would even remember her, and quickly dismissed it.
As he walked out of the door, the waitress was on the table like a hawk. No doubt making sure they hadn't skipped out on the bill, or so Nessa assumed. "No, I do not want a carry-out," she told her, and then ignored the woman's protests when she insisted she took it home for later. Sliding out of the booth, Nessa carried her stained cloak a good twenty inches from her person as she exited and found a secure spot to apparate back to work.
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