Car rolling in slow, expensive engine's softened purr as it eases into the location sent. A quiet corner. Not empty. Not crowded. Hoodie pulled over like always, cap brim sitting low enough that half of his face disappeared under the shadows.

Very undercover.

Very subtle.

Well, except for the car... obviously.

Just sitting there, both hands still on the wheel, staring through the windshield like the address might change or it would give him an answer if he stared and squint at it hard enough. Phone balanced against his thigh, pizza box warming the passenger seat, its aroma of cheese, potato, and whatever extra surprise he decided counted as generosity filling the inside of the car.

He still did not know who e.cetera was.

Just funny in a way that doesn't try too hard. Chill. Quick with replies. Short-tempered with the way her caps lock is always on, but in the harmless, sibling way that made him want to call her out but also make sure she ate something.

Easy to bounce off. No weird pressure. No flirting. No big mystery. Except, you know, the obvious one.

This whole anonymous chatroom thing.