Wren Zhang wasn't a hard woman to spot. Generally, when Warren needed to find the dark fairy in a crowd or (in this case) on a busy street, he just looked for the most uniquely dressed person in the area. This was possible because Wren had a very 'interesting' taste in, well, everything. Clothes, art, men. That, combined with her attitude made her a very polarizing person. Which was probably why Warren was friends with her. She kept things from getting too boring, at the very least.
As he'd predicted, her coat had given her away from a distance. "Thank you, dear." Warren said as he approached her from the side and grabbed the latte from her left hand (the one he'd noticed she hadn't taken a drink from). Warren took a sip and savored the bittersweet taste of the warm drink. There was something about drinking hot coffee outside on a cold day that made him feel... peaceful.
"Well, shall we?" He gestured toward the door of good ol' Abe's as he waited for a group of older ladies to exit the store. "That's a wonderful coat to wear antiquing... It looks like the one my great-aunt Martha used to wear." Before she died, in 1991. Angel smirked at his dark-haired companion as he held the shop door open for her to enter.