Once he departs the coffee shop, whichever one he picked, it's likely he'll hit main street.
Laurel is out front, at present, arranging leftover flowers in a large washtub that has a colorful sign proclaiming them "CLEARANCE." Her look is serious but not severe, as she apparently takes her job seriously without disliking it.
She glances up at Nate's approach, smiling faintly with the reflexes of someone who's long worked in retail, though he can tell she's also curious. It may not be a small enough town for everyone to know everyone else, but unfamiliar faces are certainly a rarity.
"Good morning," she ventures when he's close enough.