Ren's eyes glanced over her, and his lips turned up in a brief smile at her first words. He was tall and he knew it. Not just tall, he was also just generally bigger than most people expected, and it was probably more obvious here.
"Breathe," he started to reach for a cup and then stopped and thought better of it. "Macchiato is what you want. Or at least it's what I said I'd make for you, but I could do the others, mocha, cappuccino, whatever you want. But I've been told I make the best macchiato."
She seemed nervous, which was almost endearing. It was certainly a nice distraction from all of the other things he'd been thinking about. "It's good to meet you Pippin, I'm Ren, as before mentioned.