Oh, her shop. That clarifies things a little. He was ready to follow her pretty much anywhere, if he's honest with himself, but that's a bit reassuring. He gathers his things carefully, conscientious, capping his ink-bottle tightly, wiping his pen and putting everything a leather shoulder-bag he has with him.

"I haven't had any coffee yet today. I could do that." He grins, a little excited by being invited for coffee by a pretty lady. Really, he's not supposed to drink much coffee thanks to his heart arrhythmia, but he seems to be able to get away with a cup a day without any ill effects. "Thank you!"