Daniel continues looking at her for a couple of seconds, a smile crossing his face, before looking out the window himself.

Me too. Some people don't like the sun rising later than usual, but I think that it just gives us an excuse to watch it rise. The weather's also just about cool enough to not be too much. Not too hot or too cold.

He slightly moves his head to look at Christine, catching her attention, so she looks at him.

And in regards to that match, I'll live at least. I had fresh stitches in my temple going into that match. In the end it only made it worse.

He points to his forehead, which has a large line off to one angle covered in stitches.

Hopefully it'll be fine by Wednesday.

The waitress arrives again with a metallic tray, which contains their orders on either side. Daniel leans forward and takes the lid off the coffee, blowing air into the cup as if he intended to cool it down. His eyes look up to see Christine staring at him, making him suddenly sit up straight.

Sorry, force of habit.