Columba loved his coffee. It was often necessary too, with the kind of work he did. Homeless youth weren't always the easiest crowd to assist with.
He felt another immortal enter the shop, it was both a Starbucks and an immortal he wasn't familiar with. He figured he might as well make himself known since the other woman would probably notice his presence the moment she started paying attention. And Columba did like to be polite.
He moved to her table and offered her a gentle smile. "Hello," he said kindly. "I couldn't help but notice you from my table over there." He had meant that in a less smarmy way and he hoped it hadn't come out wrong. "My name is Columba."