Terrence found himself wondering how Kingsley would even know a place like this. The most likely explanation, to his mind, was that the older man was from this area, and therefore had an idea about the local scene. More entertaining was the idea that Kingsley actually sought out places like this, whether for their current purposes or for the purposes the cafe was actually intended. Either way, it was not something Terrence had expected, but he generally liked it when people actually managed to surprise him.
"Looks like it," he said. Different from the rowdy or isolated places he usually chose - pubs and warehouses - but no less suited to what they needed. He glanced at the menu, not terribly hungry or in need of caffeine, but there was no harm in a little extra energy. There was a tiny hint of an amused (but not condescending or judgmental) smirk on his face when he added, "I'm not the first one you've brought here, I take it."
He figured that five minutes didn't leave them much time for actually getting into their conversation, and thus they'd probably save that for after ordering. He was waiting on Kingsley to bring up what was on his mind, anyway, since he'd been the one to request this meeting. There were things Terrence could have told him, but none that he felt like doing right at this moment.