Blaise was bored. It wasn't much of an out-there concept, as it tended to happen often. With investments and business ventures...and women. However, he had managed to hold onto the good mood that he'd gotten into a few short weeks ago, and as he entered the Inner Brew for something full of caffeine before he forced himself to make an actual appearance at Find the One later in the day, he spotted the perfect pick me up that was so much better than caffeine: Leanne Mori.
It was interesting, at least to him, to see that she'd left her family business in favour of working in a shop, and coupled with the outburst he still remembered reading around the time when Obliviation protests were popular, it made her the perfect subject. For today, at least; more likely than not, there'd be someone else he'd feel like making miserable tomorrow.
Certain in the fact that the day was about to get better for him and worse for her, he made his way over to the counter, looking at the products and not even sparing a glance in her direction. "Service would be appreciated." He paused. "Well, no, it wouldn't, since that's what you're here for, but I'm almost sure you get the idea."