Ira had noticed the invitation, and he was torn. Some part of him wanted to slide under the table and disappear, but the other part of him wanted to accept. He was new here, and while he had no way of knowing who this guy was, if he lived in this area, if he was part of The Institute, or anything, the simple fact was that Ira needed to put himself out there.
"Shut it," Ira muttered to himself. He decided to go for it. What was te worst that could happen? A lot of things, actually. He could be a mass murderer looking for an easy victim. Ira groaned inwardly as he stood up and gathered his things. He slung his bag on his shoulder, and it promptly fell to this elbow, but he'd already picked up his coffee and he had his danish plate in the other hand.
He wasn't going far, he could suffer with it for a few steps. "Hi." He said as he approached the stranger's table. "Why take up two tables when we can occupy one, right?" He smiled a little awkwardly.