Persephone's POV.
I hold the tray tightly in my hands so it doesn't fall off and spill the coffee. Getting to the door, I have to knock with the tray because my both hands are occupied and without even waiting for a reply, I push the door open with my butt and step inside, facing backwards.
Once I am away from the door, I turn around with a smile on my face.
"I brought coffee" I drop the tray on the table "It's quite late but I thought you guys might still need it" I finally look at Damien, to find him already looking at me.
"It smells lovely, thank you" His friend, who's name I reckon to be Rahn speaks up, a mild accent in his voice. My eyes are still glued to Damien's but I look away, smiling politely at Rahn before looking back at him.
"I'll...uh... I'll leave you guys to it"
