"Your regular?" she asked.
"Of course," the Traveler replied, already turning away. "Don't keep destiny waiting."
With that, he strolled toward the corner of the shop and dropped into his usual seat like the place belonged to him, stretching out comfortably, one arm slung over the back of the chair.
Bruce followed more quietly, his gaze sweeping the shop once as he sat across from him.
It was surprising for an eccentric person like The Traveller to have such hobbies. Not in secret realms. Not in isolated sanctums. But in a place that smelled like warmth. And coffee.
A place where legends could pretend, just for a while, that they were ordinary men passing through.
And judging by the way the staff smiled as they moved to prepare his order, the Traveler had been doing this for a very long time.
