The sun filtered warmly through the windows beside them, casting rays across their table as it filtered through the spaces in the opaque paws that decorated the back of the glass. The gentle, warm luminosity only seemed to brighten the features of the young woman across from him, throwing speckles in her irises and highlighting her fair features in a way that was...beautiful - both from the point of view as an artist and as a man. His tongue brushed over his bottom lips as the Hunter's jade irises pointedly turned downward and away from her, his pastry suddenly earning all of his attention. He pulled a piece off of the bread slice, Alistair about to pop it into his mouth as Carolina offered a bite of her own cupcake. His head shook as the Dark Hunter insisted that chocolate was hardly his favorite pastry - a comment that he knew would earn him a blasphemous look. Carolina, however, only seemed to laugh. Her sister was mentioned with a sort of sad fondness that seemed to suggest a story of tragedy, one Alistair had little intention of prying into. Rather, he focused on moving the conversation along, if only to give her something else to focus on. "Hmm...maybe it's just cake. I don't mind chocolate chip cookies."

Alistair popped a bite of his pumpkin bread into his mouth, only to bring the cup of coffee to his lips. Admittedly, he hardly expected much from the brew, anticipating that this was the sort of place where the cats were the reason for good business rather than the coffee itself. A glimpse of clear surprise touched his features the moment the warm beverage graced his tongue. The coffee was rather good - the rich notes balanced by the distinct creaminess of milk in a delightful blend that prompted a soft sound of surprise from the Hunter. Carolina seemed to voice the same thoughts moments later as she lamented just how 'dangerous' it was to have such a cafe only blocks from their apartment. A small, companionable simper crossed his features as Alistair nodded in agreement - coffee at the early hours that she seemed to get off work was...perhaps not the best time.

The Dark Hunter was hardly prepared for her sudden effort to renew their conversation, all whilst learning more of the often reclusive man. A quizzical look crossed his features, his mind splitting into a thousand directions as Alistair tried to come up with something he was comfortable sharing that she hadn't already discovered in their passing conversations thus far. The fact he settled on was certainly not the most captivating one, but it was still one that few knew of. Her lips parted, clearly intending to prey further and yet, Alistair beat her to it as he turned her question back upon her. For a moment, even Carolina seemed caught off guard, her thoughts seeming to shift with the same frantic frenzy that his own had before she leaned forward to confess with a faux whisper her fear of storms. His brows furrowed in a distinctly unimpressed look before Alistair shook his head. "That doesn't count Carolina. I already knew that. Debussy, remember?" He inquired, referring to the evening not too long ago when a particularly rough thunderstorm had rolled into the Sacrosanct harbor. Her fear of it had been all but palpable, prompting Alistair to offer a memory of his own when his sister and him had sprawled out on the floor of his childhood bedroom, listening to classical music.

Nevertheless, Alistair brought his coffee to his lips, his jade irises peeking up at her over the cup as she inquired curiously over the piece of art that adorned his body. "My hip." He answered, altogether aware that viewing such a tattoo required taking off far more clothing then what was socially appropriate.