She does eventually start to smile a bit more easily, and the cuisine is certainly enlightening. (It's no where near as endearing as his enthusiasm, or the way his cheeks keep flushing when he reaches for the syrup.)

She's smoking one more cigarette over her last cup of coffee, and she can't take the strangeness of the moment anymore.

"Lyonya."

Her head falls to one side, and she purses her lips.

"I come here often."