Stan wasn't really one to blush, and yet in the face of this kind of .... was this even innuendo? He didn't know, all he knew was that he was quite certain the tips of his ears were going red and he was probably going to have to go and hurl himself into traffic the next morning. It was too bad there wasn't really any traffic around these parts, now he was going to have to live with his embarrassment forever.
"Oh ah - it's Italian actually." He said like an idiot because if there was one thing that tripped Stan up more than anything it was a pretty lady, and an especially forward one was definitely going to be the end of him.
"Sure, sure one espresso coming up." He agreed, thankful at least that he could handle that much, and that he'd gotten a straight answer as he set to work getting things started. "Yeah, I opened about five years back. Can you believe they didn't even have a coffee shop out here at all before I came around?" He said shaking his head. "I mean the coffee in the diner down the street is passable, but well -" he trailed off shrugging, as someone who had asked for a nitro he had a feeling she'd understand that much at least. He poured her espresso and then plated up one of the festive Christmas cookies that filled the display case off to one side, picking one in the shape of a Christmas tree for her.
"But it's been good, hard work in the beginning convincing people there are better options than drip coffee, I think I've managed to win over the hearts and minds of the locals since those early days." More than that if he was being honest, Stan was down right a part of the community at this point, a staple as much as the diner.