He glanced up from his newspaper and smiled. She rolled her eyes and sat down across from him in the booth, ordered a cup of hot chocolate. A branch of creeping lightning tugged at the scar across his right shoulder, causing pain to flicker over his face. He took one deep breath, then another, until he was settled again. She tangled their legs together and sipped her hot chocolate, firmly present against him. He relaxed back into the creaking red patent leather of the booth seat. The newspaper crackled as he folded it and set it on the seat beside him. The waitress refilled his coffee mug. They were quiet together in the bustling noise of the diner’s morning rush.