Typically Xavier just took his tea in the break room at Ellerby & Spudmore -- he was content to hang around work, chatting with the coworkers who had become more like family than the family he actually had. Of course, on a typical day, a new broom prototype wasn't whizzing around the office at high speed aiming for anything blue. It really was rather interesting, he thought, that the directional correction charm seemed to have made the 1/8th model broom resistant to any stunning, slowing, or stopping spells. A side effect of the combination with that new water-repellent wax, perhaps.
But anyway, with his hair a bit mussed after running out of the office posthaste, Xavier and his deep turquoise sweater (paired, of course, with a white collared shirt and just a peek of a fine, goldenrod silk tie) had taken themselves out for tea in the Alley. Patil's wasn't somewhere he frequented often, but he'd been in a few times before and always found it pleasant.
It proved to be just as pleasant this time. He chatted casually with the older Indian woman (Mrs. Patil, perhaps?) at the counter, and when she asked if he'd have any treats along with his tea, he indicated a little plate of chocolates -- just a bit of something sweet, not too much.
Perhaps she was unaware of how successful her daughter's experiments had been. Perhaps she was feeling impish. Perhaps the entire universe was conspiring to embarrass Xavier as much as physically possible in one hour. But in any event, she sold him one of the love potion-laced fudges, and he took it on a delicate napkin to his table to wait for his tea. It was smooth and creamy and luscious, but there was a bit of a subtle aftertaste he couldn't quite place -- saffron? Bubblegum? No -- grass? -- but he ate it anyway, unperturbed as only a bachelor used to scoffing his own eating could be.
A voice called him; his Darjeeling was ready. He stood, turned too quickly, and bumped into a young woman --
Who was, quite simply, the most ravishing creature he'd ever seen. He blinked owlishly at her before squinting in confused adoration (a most peculiar expression, really). "Erm. Sorry, miss, I wasn't paying attention to where I was... sorry, who are you?" he interrupted himself, increasingly baffled over the way his heart rate seemed to be climbing.