|Ren Solitaire (solus) wrote in repose,|
Ren was there. At over six feet, with broad shoulders, it was difficult to miss him behind the counter. He rather towered over it looking a little absurd as a barista. But he was a good one. He'd done it through University at the Capital at a super hipster place in the university district that was very particular, and as a result, he'd learned how to be a proper snob about coffee. Granted this place didn't have quite that same level of standard, although Ren had quietly encouraged some changes in the espresso roast, and he rather felt that any coffee he brewed, and frankly any coffee brewed in the shop, was definitely satisfactory for all but the worst of coffee snobs.
His head shot up as he heard his name being called, dark eyes focused in on the door, on the woman who had just came through it. She had been going to come by in the morning. Well, it was morning, and he suspected this was the woman he'd talked to on the network. He smiled, perhaps a bit more muted than was typical for him, but he hadn't really felt like smiling since Halloween - the alternate life in the party had done a bit of a number on him and in general he was feeling the time change and darkness of winter more acutely this year. It almost felt like dark magic.
"Yeah, that's me," he straightened up. "Can I get you something?"