It was a small, locally owned coffee shop rather than a chain store that the pair decided to step into. The man held the door open for the strange pink and black adorned Meji, whom bounced inside. He followed in after her.
"Do you really feel like coffee right now?" she asked him, without even attempting to meet his gaze. It was too much effort to crane her head up toward his, the majority of the time.
"Of course I do. But, well, not hot coffee," he answered.