"Nice job, I suppose?" Being a waiter was one thing Louis could never do, not because he despised waiters, he didn't, but because he somehow inherited family clumsiness, if that's possible, so walking and caring something at the same time was an action he barely could do, especially if the thing he's caring is fragile. What catastrophe that would be. Louis chuckled, that was the same question he was asking since the winter has begun along with wishful thought about living in Sahara, he doubted Bedouins have problems with chilly winters, and if that's the only thing he could do, he'll do it. Or just think about it. "I'm just focusing on my job at the moment, trying to leave the best impression, you know, so there's barely any free time left." It was good to finally be with someone who tell exactly what she thought, like Yvette did, he was surrounded with liars for too long he already got used to listening lies and questioning every single word they said, and it was tiresome. Louis was glad because of the change.
"This way." They started walking in direction of the coffee shop, well, in direction Louis guessed coffee shop is. Though he lived there since he finished Hogwarts he still wasn't so sure where everything is, maybe if he spent less time at the Leaky, and more time exploring his neighbour the situation would be different. "I doubt someone left it outside. It would basically be attempt of murder, it's too cold outside for everyone, especially little kitten like this one." As they reached the shop Louis went first and opened the door for Yvette so she wouldn't accidentally drop the little cat. It suffered enough, already.