Y/n had claimed the corner table by the window. The one with the wobbly leg. Outside, the street was damp from an earlier rain, and the sun kept threatening to break through the clouds without ever committing.

The door chimed.

It was Robin. She spotted Y/n immediately, raised a hand in a small, tired wave, and made her way over. Her coat was too big for her, sleeves hanging past her wrists. She dropped into the chair across from Y/n with the sigh of someone who had been waiting all day to sit down.