Hanekoma had to admit, he was instantly intrigued by the young woman who walked through his door. While she looked like she could be any average citizen of the city, the fact that her vibe vaguely resembled Micheal's, and now Ian's, instantly told him she was far from average. He'd be intrigued to look into her Soul, but that would be a rude invasion of privacy. Besides, it was more satisfying to learn about someone through conversation.

Still, as far as he knew, that just meant they were from a similar place, and even if he had the whole story Hanekoma was not one to condemn or judge someone, particularly not someone he had just met, and especially not a customer.

"Why hello there boss, welcome to Wildkat coffee, feel free to peruse our selection, and I'll see that we make something to your liking."

Next to Hanekoma on the counter was a sign that listed every conceivable way one could make coffee, and a couple ways that no one had probably ever heard of. Interestingly enough, the kind she wanted somehow ended up on top of the list.