"New York, hmm?" As Ira was considering Kailin's response, his eyes traced the ceiling as though there was some sort of cue written on it to inform the young man of what he should say next. "Like I said, you do have an exotic cosmopolitan look about you." With that, Ira, pastry in hand, walked away to his usual place, where he took a seat, waiting until his beverage was produced. Sitting down, he unloaded a his backpack which contained within several large tomes. It did appear that Ira was some sort of student. And an intelligent one at that, or at least that was the appearance. The book which he now cracked open was a darkly coloured book embossed white bright white type. Legrangian Mechanics and Beyond was the title of the book, and it appeared to be as riveting as it was small. Albeit, Ira leaved through pages until he came to a stopping point, and -- pulling out a notepad -- he began to write with pen as he worked to solve the problems which one would presume had been assigned to him.
A matter of moments passed, and the panna cotta was produced; a male voice from the kitchen announcing it as the miniature cup of thick espresso topped white sterling white whipped cream was pushed, sitting on a small saucer, through a little square window for Kailin to serve.
