The shop's busier than Freddie'd anticipated at this time of morning, but he's just collected his coffee from the vacant-eyed barista when it very nearly ends up all along the front of his shirt. He barely hears the apology over the sound of music pumping through his earbuds and it hardly matters anyway when he realizes exactly who it is that's bumped into him. And realizes that she recognizes him as well.

Goddamn fucking Magnus.

Though, he supposes it could be worse. Even without the influence of enchanted wine, Hild is quite fit. He could've done worse.

"Well, this is a bit awkward now, isn't it?" he says, lightly pulling at the cord of his earbuds and offering a faint, tentative smile.