private > action
Sure... that sounds good. I'll see you there.
[ With that he disconnects and releases a long, weary sigh. Jeeze. He can face serial killers just fine on a near daily basis, but this? This makes him nervous.
He arrives at the coffee shop a good fifteen minutes later, dark eyes scanning the room to see if Rebecca already showed up. If not, he'll just find some place that's at least semi-private and wait. ]