Peter shrugged a little, "I come in sometimes in the mornings, but not every day," he answered easily. The 'you look familiar' was hanging in the air between the both of them but neither seemed willing to say it.
He wasn't sure exactly what she was waiting for at first, but she made it clear when she looked at the sticky bun, "It looks fantastic," he said grabbing his fork and cutting a good sized piece off. He put it in his mouth and smiled around the bite. "It's amazing," he said his eyes immediately going to her nametag, Iris. Had be been unable to keep his cool he might have choked. He swallowed the bite he'd been chewing and he washed it down with some coffee and he cleared his throat, "Iris. That's a nice name," he mentioned offhand.