The scene of coffee was oddly comforting at a time like this. "A time like this" was defined as running from the person who turned you into a zombie, and all of your friends, and yet reuniting with them once you've settled into your new home. His bags weren't all unpacked, but he was settled in enough to feel awkward about seeing a familiar face, especially hers. He didn't want her to see him like this, when he still had no idea what to do at this point in his life. This new make-up of his genetics made him self-conscious but, again, coffee. Helped somehow.
He was set on heading to the counter and staring at the menu for forever, but his attention was pulled towards a familiar voice. He turned and there she was, the same Liv with the same hair and the same quiet little voice. As awkward as this was, he had to admit to himself that he missed her. "Hey," he greeted in return, forcing a little smirk at the corners of his lips.