[ ... figures the one time he chooses to more or less confide in a stranger, they turn out to be a functional idiot. Ah well. Probably for the best to keep this one elusive moment of weakness a secret. ]

Oh, I meant the atmosphere in a particular cafe I used to frequent. [ And of course, his easy, practiced smile doesn't betray his real feelings regarding Link's ignorance. ] It was this quaint little place in a narrow alleyway, hardly ever had more than a few patrons besides myself. Since it was so quiet, it gave me the perfect chance to wind down after a long day.

[ There's a pause as he considers how much more to divulge, a fine line between making conversation and slipping into the dangerous territory that is nostalgia. ]

I was [ ... ] acquainted with the barista there, and the owner always remembered my favorite drink. In contrast, I doubt whoever is running such a busy place like this would offer the same personable experience.