"Hi, Kelly," Loris said enthusiastically. He approached her and left Joaquin at the entrance of the restaurant, who appeared to be still talking to the person he had been on the phone. He didn't seem to particularly mind being left on his lonesome and seemed very invested in whatever he was doing or whoever he was texting. However, it must've been awfully drafty next to the door.<br/><br/>"Haven't seen Cole," Joaquin barked when she asked. His fingers were moving rapidly on his phone. Instead of approaching her he moved a ways away from the door and parked himself on the wall, where he leaned and resumed writing whatever message he was writing. "We were hoping you had, because otherwise he all played us for chumps. Ooooh, filming in the desert will be fun. We just all got up at zero dark thirty for fuckin' nothing."<br/><br/>As he walked towards her he noticed that she wasn't wearing uniform and looked a little shapeless today. Hey, traveling gear, what were you gonna do? "Oh, flannel," he said flately, not intending for it to sound so judgmental. He had just tried to make a unbiased statement about her clothing material, which he didn't really mind at all. Flannel was actually really nice. "Er, I mean, it's great. We're all really conscious about what's gonna happen on the uh, trip." Nice save. One-hundred percent. He cracked a helpless smile.<br/><br/>Luckily, Loris was actually saved by the terrible noise that emanated from Cole's car. "Holy Toledo," he gasped, turning around. When he noticed the shitty truck in the parking lot, he squeaked rather quickly, "Cole's here, let's go," and preceded towards the car, grabbing Joaquin by his shirt as he did so. His twin followed, but slowly until he finished up his business with his phone. Joaquin gave a small wave as a greeting.