Qrow followed Leah, underneath the dark void of the visual piece on his helmet were emotionless eyes, full of pain and rage, but at the same time, something else was sparking in them. A glimmer of hope maybe... no- it was joy in his eyes. Though all that circulated in his mind were memories of his father, and what had happened with his mother..
Once he had parked his motorcycle Qrow walked into the Starbucks that they had agreed on, it was larger than most he had seen, given he wasn't the biggest fan of coffee. "[#FF9901 Man, Its changed so much around here, it's so hard to believe that the fields we used to play on are gone, and that old man's farm is gone. I remember working for him in the summers when all of his ranch hands were on vacation with their families. What an amazing time that was.]" Qrow rambled on, "[#FF9901 I'm sorry for going on like that, what have the past years of your life been like?]" he asked.