Tommy makes a quiet pfft sound and laughs, waving her dismissal off.

“That wasn’t a pick-up line,” he says, “I’m really good at those. Nah, I’m a speedster, that’s how I can vibrate. Name’s Tommy, by the way, but you can call me Speed if you want.”

The small mound of sugar hovering on the surface of the coffee is stirred in with a spoon, and Tommy takes a sip, then nods in approval. Perfect.

“What about you?”