"It's nice to meet you Kaden. I know I said it before but my name's Kian," He knelt down so he could meet Kaden's gaze, not minding that the knees of his designer jeans where getting dirty, "And there's no need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. Not in the least,"<br/><br/>He then turned to Chris, "Go ahead and make the largest version of whatever he ordered, I'm sure he could use it,"<br/><br/>Chris nodded and headed off to begin making the drink.<br/><br/>Kian turned back to Kaden and tilted his head, a lock of black hair falling in his face. He hoped that the size difference wasn't adding to Kaden's anxiety. He wasn't nearly as tall as his brother was nor was he as muscular. Kian was wiry, thin but solid muscle. At least he wasn't intimidating in the face. He looked younger than his twenty eight years-so much so that people often didn't believe he was drinking age-and was often told he had a boyish grin. The kind that said he was a heart breaker and probably got in trouble a lot as a kid for sneaking out. Only one of those was true, but not for the reason people thought.<br/><br/>And he was off topic.<br/><br/>Chris returned with the drink as well as the turnovers and Kian paid for Kaden's drink. He placed it in the shorter man's hands with a smile before setting the pastries down on the table next to Kaden, "Do you want one? The turnovers here are really good, if not they also have a really good carrot cake cupcake. And one without the nuts in case you're allergic,"<br/><br/>The anxiety attack took a lot out of the poor guy and some sugar would probably help. He wasn't sure if there was any in Kaden's tea as Kian never drank tea.