And you're... from Alaska. Which is like America cosplaying as Canada.

[All tucked up there, trying to fit in? He squints at Oliver for a beat, but slips into the cafe without a second thought. He tips his head to look back at Oliver, lingering again but trying not to seem too clingy. (Too late.) But only because:]

Can we be in here, y'know - without... some douchebag's permission?