Geto had his headphones in, cleaning the espresso equipment before whipping up another Cinnamon Latte for a customer. His head moved slightly with the music, only glancing up occasionally. Until he noticed a woman sitting nearby. She was young and beautiful, relatively speaking, though not everyone's cup of tea. She looked intense and interesting, a cardboard cup of pumpkin spice held idly in her hand. She wasn't looking at him however... She was looking off, out into the city. Not in a relaxed manner but in an intense, pointed, "something is wrong" manner...