"Ira," Ira settled at the table, dropping his bag to the floor and setting his food and coffee on the table. He took hold of the offered hand, and gave a firm shake before letting go.
"Nice to meet you, Dakota." Ira put his hand around his coffee cup so it would have somewhere to be his other hand rested in his lap. Now that he was here, he felt a little awkward. What was he supposed to do now?
He should probably say something, make conversation. It was easy with the spirits, people no one else could see. But with a real, flesh and blood person, sitting across from him at a table in a cafe, he had no idea what to say or do. He lifted his coffee and took a sip, in an effort to buy a couple seconds.
"So, uh," he set the coffee down and looked awkwardly over at Dakota. "What do you do, Dakota?"