Alistair's pencil moved with distinct ease, meticulously crafting those lines that filled his head with such flawless perfection as he sketched out yet another hopeful rendition of his client's logo. He was altogether oblivious of the young woman so desperately trying to get his attention - at least, until her feminine voice only continued, pulling the man away from that world of lines and shapes and colors that so momentarily distracted him. The vibrancy of his emerald gaze slowly shifted upwards towards the young woman, his focus nothing short of intense as he listened with a glimpse of indifference to her plight, at least, until Alistair had some understanding of exactly what she wanted of him. For a long moment, the artist was silent, the man inattentive, even to the slight hue of pink that crept within her cheeks as he regarded her. Rather, after a moment, his gaze flickered from her to glance over the rest of the cafe, clearly making some effort to verify her story before he held even the slightest inkling of consideration to sharing that space he'd carved out as his own. It was with an audible sigh upon his lips that Alistair finally agreed, though he made no effort to be overly friendly, instead merely returning to that page in front of him with the same intensity, as if she had hardly interrupted him in the first place. Her apology went all but ignored, the man instead simply shifting that tea and now empty plate closer towards his side of the table before his hand once again picked up those lines he'd been sketching.

Alistair purposefully disregarded the sounds of the young woman across from him as she fussed over her outdated laptop, the power cord shoved into the outlet beside him before the device made that familiar sound of booting up. His eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly, the noises were distracting, despite his best efforts to simply ignore their existence entirely. For a moment, he eyed the notes scribbled at the top of his page, his gaze skirting over his work before another contemplation crossed his mind, prompting no less than a fourth plausible design. He hardly paid mind to the young woman across from him and the sound of her fingers on those keys. The rhythmic start and stop of her typing had almost faded into the background with those noises of the coffee shop as Alistair drew those letters with an almost gothic flare, the words 'Wizarding World' printed out yet again in a fashion he found far more...appealing. A small hint of a simper tugged at the corner of his lips, as it so often did when he found himself on the very verge of something that simply felt right, those artistic urges far more grounded in feelings than any fretting of those artistic techniques he had studied for so long in college. He was all but oblivious of the blonde woman's attention upon him as he sketched several contemplations of what might go above those letters he found himself pleased with, his thoughts focused entirely upon his work. Alistair leaned back ever so slightly, pausing in those sketches only to tilt his head as he eyed the page before him.

It was the sudden blurting of an inquiry that drew the artist's gaze upwards. He was silent as he listened to the young woman, that once vague simper all but vanishing at the woman's intrusion. This was, he was quickly becoming to realize, a poor decision to stay. Perhaps he should have returned to the comfort of his own flat for lunch - or maybe it was about time to return to the office. Such contemplations, however, hardly lingered long as, Piper, she said her name was, arrived at those questions. Slowly, Alistair leaned back into his chair, his pencil placed down upon his sketchbook as he reached for his now lukewarm cup of tea. "I guess that depends on if you were anticipating it or not." He uttered after a moment's consideration. Alistair fell quiet as he sipped his tea, only to scowl at the contents of the beverage. Had he been sitting here for that long? "If you weren't expecting it I'd assume both parties would be trying to get out of it. If you were, I suppose....you'd spend it trying to get to know one another?" A small shrug crossed his shoulders, it seemed like such a simple answer, really, even though he had to wonder what sort of romantic novel the woman was working on. It hardly mattered really, those type of books certainly not Alistair's interest and so, instead, his gaze fluttered back towards the page in front of him - at least he'd manage to get somewhere with his work before Piper had ruined his thought process.