[i]The newcomer immediately had two prying eyes focused on him, despite how completely and utterly average he was. It could have been the language he spoke at first, which was a pretty good guess, in truth, since those intense, piercing yellow eyes had only started watching him when he opened his mouth.[/i] "Well, [i]Wiliam[/i], no," [i]The spectator simply responded, her neatly accented voice laying the emphasis on what would be his name, her eyes lit up with what could only be described as something sly.[/i] "This place's trash, but 'tis also the only bloody place y'can go for a fuсkin' coffee." [i]A vulgar lass, this one. Helena looked away from William and at the barista when she placed the order on the counter, the man's name written as "Wilhelm" somehow, though it was clearly intended for him, placed down right in front of him. The steel-haired woman next to him then went back to her coffee, eyes focused on nothing in particular as she just sipped her drink.[/i] "...'least it's free, I guess..."