Devika's expression did nothing to betray her inner confusion. Business? What kind of business could this man be on, in here? Maybe he was a representative for some coffee company? Maybe he was meeting someone here...

She smiled vaguely at his question, taking another long sip of her drink before she bothered answering. "No business. Just pleasure. This place is my second home." That, and she really was tired of her small apartment. Today was one of those days where she had to get out. She pushed back a lock of her thick curls, winding her fingers through it in an idle way. "What sort of business you on?" Now she was realizing that his question was a little unusual. Not 'how are you' or 'you come here often', but 'what's your business here'. Formal, forceful... and digging for information. Interesting, and suspicious.

She raised her eyebrows at him, a faint smirk quirking her full lips. "Hot date with a punk chick?" She knew that wasn't it, but maybe it'd get him talking.