She took her time, demanding that the tea actually be steeped this time instead of... off-coloured water, and chatting to the barista as she waited patiently for it.

In a way, Ino was nervous to go back to her seat. She had no identification. She had nothing but a phone, truly, and that was from Reno.

Despite her worries, eventually she had to go back and when she did, she had not only her tea and his tea, but a plate of something she was fairly sure was shortbread. "I didn't know if what you liked," she said, setting his tea down and hopping back in her chair. "But you can have some if you'd like."

She'd just... felt like having some sugar.