He already looks way happier than when she first walked in. Maybe they're friends, or at least friendly acquaintances. She nods when he agrees to sit with her. Exactly, he's the owner! He can make his own breaks and chat up the customers. Not that Kenzi knows that. Fuck, she doesn't even know his name!

Excuse her while she pours herself some tea and adds FOUR cubes of sugar and then drowns it in milk. The spoon makes a lovely little clinking noise when she stirs it. "Yeah? So it's usually way busier than this?" One customer is better than no customers.

Keeping this front up is getting difficult, though. Especially if she wants to get any information out of him. She sets her spoon down on the napkin and suddenly looks very serious, and maybe just a little bit guilty. "Okay, so... I might have been bullshitting you a little bit about messing with you before. I legit have no idea who you are, what your name is, or... pretty much anything else about anything? Apparently there was an accident and, like, the hospital was craycray and people were everywhere and I just had to get out so--"

Word vomit, Kenz. The guy doesn't need your super fast dump of the last little while in his lap when he's just trying to sell some tea.

"I'm not even totally sure who I am!"