She lead him into the cafe. "It should be... There he is!" She pointed to a far table, revealing a familiar, old, wrinkled face with bushy white eyebrows and bright brown eyes.
She pulled him forward, and Phos looked up from the table with a grin. He stood up, and Poppy ran over to hug him, wrapping her arms around him. He laughed and kissed her cheek before pulling away and grinning up at Francis. "Hello, Francis!"
"Good to see you too, my young friend. Especially since you were in such a state when I last saw you."
Phos watched him, his brow furrowed. "I cannot tell you," he began, "how much I wanted to explain the situation to you."
Francis waved reassuringly. "It's quite alright," he said kindly. "You were being loyal to Poppy. I understand completely."
He sighed before grinning at the two of them. "Well, that's good. I have to be honest, I never thought I'd see the two of you in the same room again."
Phos grinned at the two of them. "It's so good to see you two together again," he said, sitting down. "How did you find each other?"
"That's crazy," he said, shaking his head. "I tried to run away," Poppy remembered. "I almost did get away."
