The man walking in a handful of steps behind the first lady was also dressed in a way that might be described as business casual, although this one seemed to have his clothes more in order, or at least fresh instead of ragged... but somehow, his attire made him look as if he was in mourning.  A black button-down (no tie), black slacks, black belt, and black dress shoes.  It seemed at first glance like the only splotch of color on his attire were the golden buttons on his black leather coat, which matched his hair color nicely.

He drank in the sight of the cozy little establishment and its barista's words for a couple beats from the door (which he'd mercifully let shut behind himself, so as not to let the cold Winter air in), then sauntered over and took a seat close to the counter, letting out a slight exhale and then smiling towards his "fellow customer" and the man offering him a free coffee.

"Sure, I'll take a-- actually, can I leverage her rejected coffee for a specialty drink?" he half-joked in a light Southern accent, voice soft and blue eyes twinkling behind his oval glasses.  "Or I can just pay for a mocha, if that's gonna set you back any.  I don't mind."

Once his drink order was in and any necessary money (cash) had changed hands, the bespectacled man, still smiling mildly, asked the barista, "So, you Mister Glenlight?" then looked in the woman's direction as well and nodded towards her before adding, "And I'd like to get to know my new colleague as well, long as it don't trouble you, Miss.  As for me, I'm Sunny Clearview, former Special Forces.  Pleased as punch to meetcha both."