"Well, you know what they say - every single moment is a coincidence," she drawled as she tilted her head, long red hair shifting slightly in the breeze, and she watched his reaction to her presence. Natasha could almost believe Loki just wanted to retire, but his post hadn't exactly painted that image.
Leaning back into her chair, the casual facade remained as she crossed one leg over the other as both hands cupped her mug. Her face stayed in its stoic mask, betraying nothing, but her eyes held knowledge of the fact that she was irritating him, and her voice, when she spoke, held a twist of amusement.
"They have very good coffee here. It reminds me of a Moroccan blend I used to be a fan of, a number of years ago." Natasha's eyes stayed on Loki's as she took another slow sip. "You should try it."