Maleficent almost teleported herself to the cafe, but figured that alarming the masses wasn't the most prudent way to arrive. Even if she would relish in all of the terror that movement alone could create, it was best if she attempted to remain under the radar for a little longer. She strolled into the cafe, adjusting the sunglasses she'd procured when she'd deemed a wardrobe change necessary. She could adapt when necessary, even if she preferred making everyone else adapt to her ways.
She spotted Ginger easily enough, smiling at the collected exterior the young woman was donning. It was always more fun when they put on the brave bravado. Chipping away at it and watching them crumble at her feet was more satisfying than having them do so immediately. Like with Robin, all brave words and unimpressed tone until she'd struck at the person he cared most for. When would these fools realize that love was a weakness and the only thing that emotion ever did for them was provide a way to be broken? But that wasn't what she was here for.
So Maleficent took her time walking over to the young woman and bent down in front of her, mimicking the kissing cheek movement she'd seen others do in the foreign lands she'd visited. "So lovely to see you could make it," she informed Ginger before sliding into the seat across from her. "Shall we move past the pleasantries and get down to it?"