Coffee shops.
He wasn't a coffee fan, but he knew that coffee shops were A Thing. But he sure wasn't going to SeerBucks. This one? It was hipster haven for all the Sac-U students and interns from Sutter Memorial. Prime spot for contact making -- just make sure you go at off peak if you want privacy. Or a table.
Throttling his bike back to coast to a stop, he culled the urge to snicker at picking Nous up. Sure, totes could have used The Van, probably, but it seems So Wrong. After all, the cabal hadn't ridden in it yet. Just We. Besides, this? Nous riding 'bitch'? Kinda funny. A foot made a practiced motion to knock out the kick stand and he settled the bike into it's At Rest Gangster Lean. Pulling off the helmet freed The Mop and a hand finger combed it ineffectually.
"Thanks for coming!" Whoops. Little loud, without the roar of the motor.
Sincere, though. Because see why ay.
He popped open the saddle bag and grabbed the paper grocery bag, paper not plastic, that held the Adamantine Arrow's Teddy Bear. He folded his helmet under the arm holding the bag and offered Nous a hand. Gentleman, yo. Besides, she might fall getting off and knock his baby over.