Roy got to the coffee shop a little early himself, planning on picking up a coffee and scoping the place out for a good place to sit.
He'd gone out of his way to look pulled together but not over the top. Clothes were not something he cared overmuch about, but in dealing with the sort of people he did for his job, they were paramount to a good first impression. So he'd developed at least some small skill in looking presentable, and he arrived at the coffee shop in a loose black shirt and dark slacks.
He wore sunglasses from the moment he stepped out of his apartment. He liked any excuse to wear them, really, and it was legitimately a bright day. Sunglasses wore the world down to muted colors and turned the numbers into unwashed grays, so that any information he might pick up from their color was wiped away.
He pushed the door to the coffeeshop open and walked up to the counter pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them into his pocket. He ordered an iced coffee (black) from the barista (000:03:02:16:29).
He spotted Sarah while he was waiting for his coffee. She didn't look much changed. Older, of course, a woman when he'd known her as a girl, and even more beautiful. When shemade eye contact he offered a small smile, and it took the barista two tries to get him to acknowledge his coffee on the counter.
He walked over to her. "You beat me here. I feel shameful."