I won't even ask for proof
They sit at the table in comfortable silence. The tea is slowly drunk.
When he silently places his cup at the center of the table she shakes her head.
"It's been the same for weeks now, why would it be-" She pauses and tilts her head. Namine leans forward, peering into the cup, "Well, I'm not sure what, but something is going to happen."
He glances at the tablecloth, it's brown tones contrasting with the yellow and orange chairs they sit in, and smiles.
Just a little bit.