Copen had slipped into the Shining Kettle, tired after his morning-afternoon shift. A coffee would be good at this time of the day. He took a seat at a table, perusing the menu for a moment. He was still dressed in his work clothes, but they were mercifully normal - black slim pants and a white smart shirt. The restaurant was pretty modern in general. He ordered a plain filter coffee, winking at the waitress before handing back his menu. She didn't end up winking back. Huh. That wasn't the usual reaction he got. Shrugging to himself, he leaned back and stretched - not realising how close the tables were together.

His interlinked fingers came into contact with hair. Oops. Copen retracted his arms, sitting up straighter and twisting around in his chair. "Sorry about that!" he chirped cheerfully, Danish accent as strong as always. He hadn't ever endeavoured to really remove it; he still got the ladies, and that was all that mattered at the moment. The girl he'd come into contact with had... pink hair? That was something. But it was usual in Japan, even if he might not be used to such things. 

She was kind of cute. In a weird way. Pink hair and that whole nerdy thing going on. He didn't have a particular type of woman that he was attracted to, but she seemed to count. Copen grinned. "May I buy you a coffee?"