He hasn't been inside the little cafe long; he's still at the counter, looking at the offerings... or he was, until everyone's attention went to the windows, and he followed suit. Now he's inside at the counter, giving her a wide-eyed look. That really hadn't been what he'd been expecting. Not that he knew what he'd been expecting... just that that wasn't exactly it.

He gives her a little smile and a wave back as she approaches, though. "Hello. Kotoha, I presume?" Who else could she be?