Legault liked to arrive just a few minutes late. It was never enough to make someone angry that they’d been kept waiting for long, but it was usually just enough time to annoy them, just enough time to where they’d have to be pestered by a server or bartender once or twice. Today was no different, and he enjoyed seeing the look on Sol’s face when he finally arrived.

Well. The look on Sol’s face didn’t always change, but it was still fun.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” he purred as he took his seat. He could have sat next to Sol, like a boyfriend, but he instead took a seat across from him. They weren’t going to fuck here, so it didn’t matter where he sat. “You’ve already started drinking without me? I’m truly hurt.”