"I'm sorry?"
Keiran stared at the blonde as she pulled her red jacket on, and could think of little else to say as he handed Sophia the color she wanted. He had bought her a coloring book full of magical creatures like the dragons Avery worked to protect, and she seemed perfectly content to spend the day on it. The thing was, he had only just found out the real reason why the smaller blonde was staying with him that afternoon.
"Your floo, Keiran. I need to use it. I can't apparate out like you can, and I refuse to be late. So, please."
"But-- you're meeting.. Teddy?"
Avery turned to him, exasperated now, her head tilted back until she could level him with a disapproving expression. Sophia glanced up at Keiran as if to inform him that he was really in trouble now. He looked between the pair of them, mainly just confused.
"What?" She snapped, staring down at him in his spot on the couch. "I'm not allowed to be friends with him because he works for you? I offered to talk to him about his family. The same as talking to you about Dad. Or about Mathias. Don't go mad over this."
"Avery," Keiran cut in, his voice low and serious - almost a warning. "Avery, I'm not blind. I may not know him, but I know you. And
something happened yesterday."
"You're wrong. Nothing happened. Now help me out and let me leave."
So she appeared in The Leaky, frustrated but determined to shake off Keiran's prodding. The problem wasn't that he was wrong, actually. In fact, it was that Teddy said yes when she was mental enough to ask so bluntly, but he thought they were going to talk about serious topics that Avery avoided so strictly. She just had to remind herself to keep the focus on him, rather than her. It was incredibly easy for a woman like Avery to fall back into personal stories that she thought would make the other person feel better. It wouldn't help, and it would just make the other person feel bad for her. She knew as much from experience, clearly. That wasn't her goal.
She just wanted... Well, she wanted to help, and she wanted him to like her. She didn't have nearly as many people to spend time with as she used to, and she-- she liked him, she thought. It was rather hard to tell. How well could she like someone who she'd nearly killed and who always seemed embarrassed by her when anybody else showed up?
The coffee shop was public, though Muggle-owned. It was a start, perhaps.
Leaving the Leaky, Avery stepped into Muggle London and took a left. Her hands dipped into the leather jacket that Robin had bought her for Christmas that awful year, hoping it would give her some level of confidence that she'd had upon meeting the Ivanov. Not that she needed it, though, right?
Then again, those last moments had been something else entirely. Avery had no inkling about what had actually happened, and would never be able to ask him his opinion on it.
She did know one thing, though: Her stomach had turned over in the moment, and every time she thought about it, the same thing happened again. Oh, Merlin.
Pushing that aside, she hurried into the shop, placing an order before looking around for a table and to see if he had arrived. With the pair of them, awkwardness was a certainty. There was no need to wait and let him wonder in any way whether or not he was expected to buy her a coffee, even if she was sort of supposed to be helping him. Besides, she wouldn't have really wanted him to either way. Safer all around, then, to skip the uncomfortable glances and shuffling.
Thus, she stood off to the side, waiting for her drink to be made and passed over the counter. Being early seemed to have its privileges, as she was given a moment to calm her temper and really look around, both for a table and for the glasses that never seemed to stay where they ought to.