The man had shed his leather jacket, and was wearing a long-sleeved grey Henley, that, hello, seemed to just cling to the guy in the best way. As she made his coffee and placed it in front of him, she spoke.
"So, listen, James Bond, would you be interested in trying a beer-batter bacon crunch cupcake? I’m totally experimenting right now, and I decided experimenting with cupcakes is better than experimenting with meth, so…" Max trailed off as he moved to accept his coffee with his left hand. It was silver, mechanical, definitely NOT flesh and bone. "Whoa! That’s so cool! Are you, like, the Terminator? But more sexy than Arnie?"