"That's quite the surprise," he said, breaking off a piece of the tart with his fork. "Is it possible that I could see the mural before I go tonight? Sounds beautiful. Your love for one another immortalized and all that."
Layla emerges with the coffee and she seems fine, so Jack decided he wouldn't make a fuss.
"Thank you for the coffee, Layla." He held up the piece of tart on the fork. "Mind if I start?"