"A Cinnamon roll, and a large hot chocolate- with cream to go for-!" Angus calls one busy lunch time. Then pauses and he has to squint at the name on the cup. Flo's handwriting is appalling. Well, it's nice on a chalkboard, not so much on the cups. Cursive on a sloping surface, with too many unnecessary swoops. It wasn't a good mix.
"Err...Gwen is it?" He tried, looking about the shop where people were waiting. "Roll and Hot chocolate for Gwen?"
"It's Ren actually," said a very familiar voice. And Angus's heart freezes.
"You should know that by now, Angus." Ren laughed, not unkindly. He laughed too, only it was very stiff.
And he can only choke out,
"Yeah. Yeah I guess so! I- I didn't see you there Ms Ren. Enjoy your day!"
Ren takes her drink and pastry in its bag with a wink. She doesn't say anything else other than, "Later Ango."
But the drow takes a long time leaving the shop. And he sees her sitting outside. Angus can feel her eyes on him through the window as he carries on working and trying not to muddle orders. The rest of his shift flies past in a nervous blur. And it is no surprise that the moment he finishes work, he has several missed calls and messages on his stone of far speech. Half of them are from Taako.
Angus ignored them, planning to deal with that when he was back at his halls of residence. Once he's there, however, ...well, Angus doesn't get there. That's the trouble. He opens his door to his rooms; only to step into the Taco-Bluejeans's second kitchen. There'd been a Teleport spell or a portal on Angus's door.
And he's walked straight into what is clearly some staged intervention…