Dimitri watched as she winked at him and put the pen back into her ponytail. She had a lovely head of hair, and it was a nice color, assuming it was natural. He'd more seen men and women with brown hair and blonde than anything else, most people having brown eyes too. Somehow there managed to be a red head and a lady with black hair in this tiny little cafe, both of those hair colors were rare in his opinion, so it was nice to see. Not that he imagined he'd be striking up conversation with the red head, she seemed far too busy, and he didn't want to interrupt her. Especially if it would only end up with her being rude to him. The other girl though, she seemed more than nice enough.<br/><br/>With some more little observation here and there, he was satisfied for the most part. He had a plan for once; find not-so-public water, see if he could pick up on some new instincts, and have a nice cup of coffee. At least, he assumed it would be nice. It was black, so, how tough could it be to keep it bitter? He wagered not much, just so long as there weren't grains in it. He'd always gotten coffee when possible in these areas, comparing it to what him and his illegitimate father used to brew. There was a surprisingly different taste often, he thought it was interesting to see such a universal thing be so different everywhere. It didn't take long before the girl was back with his coffee. He felt her shoes lightly prodding his boots, he was a little surprised she was willing to be so open. A good number of people would have just left it alone. Not that he minded, he was actually kind of glad.<br/><br/>"They're kind of just what I had when I woke up this morning. They're directly from home, and I don't think I ever owned a single pair of sneakers back home." He said, reaching for the coffee. It was pretty hot, and it didn't exactly mesh well with the weather outside, but it was okay, he was used to this atmosphere. He took a nice sip of it, it tasted almost like home, and in the moment he had it to his lips there was a good portion of the coffee gone. Black was always bitter, but sometimes bitter didn't always mean wrong. "It's good to meet you, Alannah. My name's Dimitri." He said, he had to admit, her name just rolled off the tongue, it was nice. "I was curious, assuming you're a local, if you knew where the was a beach. The harbor is nice and all, but it doesn't really jump out to me." He asked, smiling at the girl afterwards.