Welcome to Gaia! ::

~-The Coffee Shop-~

The base floor of the coffee shop, owned by Kara Virix, is open daily for business from seven in the morning until eleven-thirty every night. The desk is typically manned by one of Kara's tenants who live in the apartments above the coffee house. Her own home stretches behind the storefront, its entrance through the coffee shop only accessible by going through the kitchen and brewing area.

The floor is waxed wood paneling, with everything from armchairs to standard seating, booths and stools, for seating. The counter is opposite the glass door entrance, and there's an espresso machine and a few large canisters to keep brewed coffee hot in. There's also a selection of pastries, sandwiches, and gelato under glass for those interested in something a little more substantial than coffee.

The room itself appeared close-quartered, with sections to the left and right of the counter that broke off into couches and a few more intimate formations of seating. Some of which even wrapped around the corner of the store to provide some privacy. It was a small place that didn't usually get much traffic, so work there was typically laid back.

Cutler Beckett had been out wandering most of the day, just getting the hang of this place called Gaia, observing the general population and how they acted and reacted. Getting the lay of the land, one might say. And now he wanted a hot drink and to relax before he went back and consulted with James.

Seeing the abandoned shop - normally one wouldn't go into a place with no customers, since that would indicate something about the service, except that with no-one around to observe him and talk badly, Cutler didn't mind all that much - the fox strode inside, arms held behind his back stiffly.

Cutler smirked faintly but didn't say anything otherwise. The wolf (XD; I kow I said fox in the first post, but he's not) strode forwards, stopping at the counter and peering up at the list of drinks, resting the tips of his fingers gracefully upon the counter. "Mmm. Yes. You have hot tea, I'd assume?"

Cutler Beckett was all about grace and poise. He simply radiated composure and confidence. The wolf smiled oh-so-slightly - so faint you barely realized it was there. "English, if you please." And...yes. Yes, that was a definate English accent he had. No wonder the man asked for tea.

"Fresh, if you please..." And then he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small string-purse. "How much does it come to?" If he registered Kieran's slight anxiety, he didn't exhibit any outward signs of it, taking a moment to brush a bit of dirt off of his long coat.

"Cream and sugar?" Cutler inquired politely, as he took out the required amount from his purse and pushed it across the counter to the cat.

...And...hmm...that might have been the slightest sniff of distaste towards the manner in which his tea was served. Then again, he was a British gentleman, a nobleman at that. Probably used to fine china.

The faintest look of suprise crossed the wolf's face - probably not used to the help introducing themselves - before he tilted his head to one side and took the proffered hand, shaking it slightly. There was a moment's pause as he decided whether or not to give his title. After all...this wasn't simply a foriegn country it was...another planet alltogether, and dear old England meant nothing. His title...meant nothing, at least not in the practical sense. He was still every bit a lord in upbringing and composure, but... "Cutler Beckett." He responded, the slightest smile curling the outward edges of his lips. "A pleasure to make your aquaintence."

"No, not long at all." He responded as he moved over to the table where the cream and sugar were kept, adding an appropriate amout of each before he sipped at it, wandering leisurely over to where Kieran was, the hint of a smile still present. "In fact, quite new."