"Insufferably adorable, you mean?" It would be so easy, he thinks, to fall right back into old habits. Coop's still not entirely sure why she's here, what her goal is, what she really wants, but he can picture it all the same. He's thought about it since they'd seen each other again that first night, what it would be like to drive over to her cottage and knock on her door so he can tell her that they can forget the past four years. They don't have to start over, they can't pick up right where they left off and everything can be as it was, everything can be good again.

It makes him feel like a head case. They can't pick up where they left off, they both know it damn well, and Coop still doesn't know how he feels about the prospect of seeing her so often because in a town as small as Siren Cove, it's inevitable. Until then, though, he can be civil. He can accept that she's here and see how this plays out. He can be the same person he is now without worrying about what she'll think about it. Maybe. Maybe he can do all those things.

"So do you," he tells her, and he wants to cringe because that is the actual lamest thing to say but it's not like he can take it back now. "There's, y'know, lemonade and pretzels and that kind of thing. Severely lacking in the alcoholic beverages department but family event and all. You maybe wanna go get something?" He gestures toward the booths. "It's like, two feet away, I promise I'm not just trying to get you out of here."