The smell of coffee grounds greeted his nose, bringing him to blink as he found himself sitting at a table. It was a cafe he was familiar with; while it wasn't empty, it was just busy enough to provide a comfortable atmosphere.
"You sure like this place, don't you? I'm not much of a coffee guy myself."
The remark came from the man seated across from him, who sipped from his cup of fresh, warmly-brewed coffee before sticking out his tongue in playful disgust.
"Damian," Finn quietly said, feeling as though he had just woken up, lightly rubbing his head. "Yeah, I like this place just fine. I came here a lot during my time in university. It was never very busy, so I could focus here–the coffee isn't bad either."
Damian laughed softly, "Here I would've thought the first thing you'd judge a cafe on would be its coffee. Guess I'm not really the expert here, though."
"Yeah, you're right," Finn said with a small laugh of his own.
