"Tony-" she began as soon as he joined her but he was interrupting by offering coffee. "Ugh, no, I don't want-" but it was too late, he was off again and when he came back with a (admittedly pretty well made) cappuccino he looked as proud as a kid giving his mom a glitter and macaroni picture. Cassie took a sip to be polite, and then another because she needed the caffeine, and then she was rooting around in a box behind her to add some sugar. "Nice foam pattern," she remarked, somewhat grudgingly. He'd got the foam to form a little heart, that was cute- no. Cassie would not be won over by smiles and pride and adorable espresso drinks! She was mad, dammit, and Tony had to know.
"So like, why?" she asked, stirring the sugar into her drink and frowning at him. The 'what had he done' question was no longer on the table since, between the fliers and his standing on the counter top she'd put two and two together and moved on to the next logical queries. "Is this even still Starbucks? Is it Starkbucks? You don't even need a coffee shop, Tony," she accused. If he did need one it should've been near the office and not the one where she worked, conveniently located by NYU where she also happened to go to school. There had to be some annoying ulterior motive here, especially because he had better coffee at the office than you could get at Starbucks.