"Few people's would be at this hour," he says, unable to suppress a brief grin at the too-quick denial and the flustered explanation that follows it. "Not without a substantial jolt of caffeine."

Seeing a bench a few feet away, Darlington bobs his chin in that direction, jogging to a stop alongside it. "Probably why there's so many cafes this close to the park, come to think." He huffs a laugh, setting a foot onto the bench and stretching.