Cooper follows her, closes his eyes for a second and lives and breathes the familiarity of a cafe. The scents of the various brews, the sounds of people talking, and just the atmosphere in itself all amounted to something he found - and would always find - very calming.

He exhales and stands next to her, looking at the menu as well. "I take mine black", he offers. "I like the sharp taste better when not dilluted by things." A lot of the things listed actually look pretty foreign to him, so he shrugs. "Quite frankly, I don't know half of these, though an espresso is always a good choice."