Live music? Jazz? Next to a skating rink? Definitely several sorts of bait for David. Bait that had him coming up behind Carter before sitting down on the bench next to him with no comment. Just him sipping at his extra large salted caramel mocha. It's an okay band, he supposes, but for now he's just listening peacefully, sitting close to one of his best friends.

Who said they needed words to be comfortable listening to jazz together?