He'd heard she was making coffee at COFFEE and since Peter hadn't been there yet (hell, he'd never even had coffee before in general) and because he was a glutton for punishment when it came to staring at Gamora all while his heart sat in his throat, he figured now was about time go to check it (and her?) out.
He was busy staring at the sign when he walked in, all bad paint and clearly handmade -- Peter decided it was rather charming, all when put together with the general set up of the place -- little tables and chairs that were mismatched but all about the same size, a little condiment bar by the far wall, some truly goddamned bizarre art on the wall. And of course, Gamora who was perfect and exactly who Peter wanted to see and ---