Ah, so the fellow hadn't shown up? Well, no, Killian supposed the lass was right. In that case, the so-called 'date' sounded like a complete plonker. "His loss," the Captain smiled charmingly, reminiscent of a dance with the devil. It was a special kind of charm, a special kind of stubbornness too - but such was the way of a pirate, the no-good scallywags they were.
"Any idiot who stands a lady like you up deserves a bout of bad karma. But, hm, fuck him - " Not literally, that was likely not going to be very enjoyable either (especially if he couldn't even be on time someplace; it was correlated with being able to please a lady, science surely knew this). "There are other fish in the sea, as they say."
He stepped up to the counter to order then, finally, and it wasn't complicated - a to go cup of black coffee, black as his very soul. "I'm Killian, by the way," he introduced himself once he'd been serviced. "Sort of recently relocated from Belfast." As if the sly posh accent didn't give him away - but there was nothing posh about him, not really. It was simply that those from that part of the island could fake it with their regal timbres.