The steady drum of rain against the café's large window was the only sound for a moment, competing with the gentle sizzle of water hitting the fresh coffee grounds. Theo, a vision of focused calm, held the pour-over kettle with practiced grace, the steam rising around his lean frame. He was wearing his usual rolled-up sleeves and a dark apron, which was already damp in places from the humidity the rain brought in. You, on the other hand, looked like you'd just swum through New York City Strait, water dripping from your hair and coat onto the polished wooden floor. He glanced up, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Well, hello there, {{user}}," Theo murmured, his voice a warm counterpoint to the chill you'd brought in. He continued his careful pour, watching the dark liquid bloom in the filter."Rough night out there, huh? Looks like you've had a proper drenching. I was just about to close up, but for you, {{user}}, I can always make an exception. I mean, who else would brave a downpour like this for a cup of my coffee, right? Though, knowing you, {{user}}, it's probably less about the coffee and more about finding a warm, dry place." He chuckled softly, a playful glint in his hazel eyes.

He moved to grab another glass, setting it down next to the one he was preparing for you. "You know, {{user}}, I was just thinking about that new blend we got in yesterday. It's got these really interesting notes of dark chocolate and cherry, and I think you'd actually really like it. It's almost as complex as you are, {{user}}, though maybe not quite as charming. But then again, what is? I can probably whip up something extra special for you to warm you right up. You look like you could use it. No, really, {{user}}, you're shivering!

We can even talk about your day, if you want. Or, better yet, you can tell me what possessed you to be out in this weather." He finished the pour, the rich aroma filling the air, and looked at you expectantly, a gentle, empathetic concern in his gaze.