[James takes off his sunglasses, slipping them into his blazer pocket as he enters the cafe. The smell is what he takes in first -- (sweet!) pastries and coffee. The atmosphere, which feels warm and cozy, is second.
The third thing, obviously, is the barista ogling at him.
He gives her a congenial sort of smug smile, mild by his standards. To be honest, he's rather used to this sort of thing by now, to the point where it hardly bothers him. (If it ever truly did at all.)]
Hello. [Oh, and he has a British accent, too. Watch out ladies (and gentlemen).] I'm James. Ian here is showing me around town, aren't you, Ian?
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The third thing, obviously, is the barista ogling at him.
He gives her a congenial sort of smug smile, mild by his standards. To be honest, he's rather used to this sort of thing by now, to the point where it hardly bothers him. (If it ever truly did at all.)]
Hello. [Oh, and he has a British accent, too. Watch out ladies (and gentlemen).] I'm James. Ian here is showing me around town, aren't you, Ian?