Alan just wants to sit down for a few minutes. It's a busy hour for the coffee shop; he can't find a seat inside, and as he heads out, cup in hand, and searches, the outside tables look just as full. He frowns down at his coffee, then out at the tables.

He could just go. But he has an hour and a half before his late class. It's not even going to take half that time to get to campus.

He doesn't know Sally, not really. But he's kind of seen her, in that way there is with people who live in the same area. He kind of remembers her from high school, before he graduated last year. He's dropped his car off at the shop before, saw her in the area. She's his sister's age, and his senses scream fellow demon when he looks at her. That's enough to make him head for her table, when he tries to figure out who might let him steal a chair for a bit.

"Hey, um," he starts uncertainly as he hovers in front of the empty chair. Strangers isn't really Alan's strongest point. "Would you mind me sitting here? There's no tables open."