Hunter sat down on the only open chair in the shop, the one across from the studying girl. He didn't ask permission for the chair, and he certainly wasn't any kind of study partner. He was one of the only people in the shop in long sleeves, and long jeans, work clothes for someone that needed to protect their arms even in extreme heat. He'd been working, and smelled faintly of horses and dogs, even in the dampening cool or the Starbucks air conditioner. Someone like Hunter had no business being in a Starbucks, but his truck had some kind of problem his half-ass knowledge of engines couldn't cover, and so here he was, waiting for a tow. The dog was outside, lying obediently behind the bike rack, and Hunter had bought a black coffee just so he could sit in the air conditioning while he waited.
He gave her a heavy-lidded look under the fringe of his hair, and then looked down at all the books. He wasn't shy about being interested in her business, though he showed no sign of trying to make himself attractive, nor did he attempt to hit on her. He just sat there and sipped his coffee. He said, "...Doesn't taste like three bucks worth of coffee." He had no idea if she even spoke enough English to understand what he was saying, but he didn't much care. Nothing to lose.