The young man from the cafe had been on his way to the door. He smiled to Artemis, "Hello." he chimed in a bright tone, his voice had a thick French accent. He was no longer carrying the bag and cup.<br/><br/>With a soft fluttering of the shades one could see the clerk moving about heavily, opening the shades. His hair was a fluffy mess and his clothes a bit disheveled, left little room to wonder if the man had been sleeping until just a few moments ago. He yawned and turned his attention to the door at the sound of voices. Spotting Artemis he seemed to perk up a little, a smile coming over him.<br/><br/>"Good morning." he greeted her, "C'min." he added before moving to pull the other two shades open. It was then that a glimpse of movement behind could be noticed. A wolf tail. He was a lycanthrope. The name of the bookstore suddenly seemed less strange.