“A large cup of the Highlander Grogg,” he said, ordering.
He scanned the people in the coffee shop. So incredibly quaint. Not that there was anything wrong with quaint, it just didn't suit Jareth. He stood out like a sore thumb. Then the fair girl voiced her greeting and he nodded a likewise greeting while waiting for his coffee order to be filled.
When the cup was placed in front of him, and he'd paid, he took up the cup and moved closer to the girl who had said hello. Pretty little thing. Smiling, he nodded again, “Hello.”
If she blew him off, he'd just be on his way. If she engaged him in conversation, then he'd stay. It wasn't like he had anything of importance to do today.