Cassidy was used to the whole gig of being Welcome Wagon for newly arrived people. His father had often been the one to offer cookies and a cozy place to relax and collect themselves. Cass preferred the coffee and biscotti route. He ordered two triple shot lattes with vanilla and caramel, and sat down near the entrance of the small cafe, his jacket hung on the back of his chair so his tattoos were showing. He hadn't even gotten the lady's name, but he was fairly certain she wasn't some whacko psycho serial killer.