Daniel gives a little shrug. He leans forward and watches his fingers fidget on the table.

From time to time. It's sort of become my safe haven to cool down a little bit. My apartment's not really flash enough to be that yet.

He chuckles a little and looks back at Christine, clenching his hands in fists for a second, before resting them at his sides.

Y'know I never really liked coffee until I tried it here. Something's different about it, must be something they put in it.

The traffic's getting a little heavier outside. The bell of the front door rings as another man in a suit walks in. Daniel's expression sterns a little.

So how do you feel after that match on Wednesday? Now, I mean?