Floriano frowned, realizing that the man's uncertainty extended past a mere first impression. "Oh, I'll pass on those so-called appetizers. That doesn't sound like a sustainable business for either side. It seems that we're both new to this establishment." Lacking any recommendation or menu, the gentleman looked around for the barista so that he inquire about his options for coffee. Unfortunately, the barista was nowhere to be found. This bothered Floriano, as he had been sitting there for a few minutes without any greeting or welcome by anyone other than Jay. 

The gentleman tapped his foot impatiently, then felt a sting as if he had stepped on a nail. He checked his dress shoes but found no puncture or blemish on either or them. He complained loudly, "Buggers, how long must a man wait to be served some coffee."