Gene didn't bother to respond, content to simply type the name of the cafe' into Greugle Maps, saving the directions, and zip off to her dorm for some R&R. That boil was an odd one, she mused. Very defensive, slightly abrasive, and a little bit of charm. Now what kind of drink could she possibly compare him to?

Green Tea Battachino.

That would forever be Roch's nickname, in Gene's heart.