Ever the gentleman, David rises to his feet when he sees Vivian's approach. Self-consciousness lurks in the back of David's thoughts, manifesting as a quick adjustment to the thin, navy blue tie he wears. “Miss York,” David greets, the syllables touched by surprise as feet slide against the ground, signaling slight movements. While she assured him of the contrary, the Dragon chalked their movie night as more serendipity than want. So, seeing her angle her way towards him now, takes him off-guard.
“I'm okay,” the Shadow replies in that same soft-spoken tenor. But, it's just okay. “Running a little late, is all.” A quick glance around them and David then asks, “All quiet on the Western Front?”
Then, almost as though remembering the seat he just left David gestures, “Want to sit with me?”