Larxene was not one, like some Nobodies, to have a sixth sense about people not being what they seemed. She was, however, quick to catch onto personalities, and she smiled as she watched for the small details that could tell her more about someone. He seemed confident enough, but any businessman would be.

She glanced over the menu, finding what she wanted at the top of the list. Convenient. "Brazilian cold press, please."

Sugary sweet but bitter at the same time. It fit.