"Something cold," Therese says, nose wrinkling as she lets out a self-deprecating exhale of a laugh. "An iced tea? What kinds do you have?" She hasn't really caught onto the whole iced coffee trend, but as relieving as it is to be somewhere air conditioned for the moment, that isn't yet enough for her to be able to drink anything warm. She'll have to go back out there soon enough, so she might as well make the most of this respite while she can.

Taking a seat at one of the little tables, she sets her bag by her feet. "I don't mind at all," she answers. "I'm a photographer for the newspaper."