The loss of the warmth of Zella's hand almost dismayed Jacob, but he smiled politely back at her. "Sure," he said in response to her offer. "I walked. I only live right down the street, with my brother. But I'd better get another coffee. That was mine. This," he gestured at the filled coffee cup on the table, "is for my brother. Well, I have a bagel in the bag too. Ah, I'm kind of rambling, sorry. Do you want me to buy you anything here while we're at it?"