Staring up at the little sign that hung over the entrance of a small cafe, Jazz nodded his helm to himself. This was the Crystal Cafe that his brother had been bugging for so long to visit. He had to admit, it looked small and quaint. The little cartoon crystal bud that was painted onto the glass of a window with the cafe's name along the bottom was cute in his opinion.

Didn't look like the place Ricochet would frequent, but something about this place had caught his attention enough for his brother to become a regular at it. It was worth giving it a shot. He was pretty certain that a pretty mech or femme had just caught his attention anyways.

Shaking his helm, Jazz walked in. Immediately greeted by the warm scent of flavored energon and fresh pastries. It was decently populated, seemed as if he arrived during the cafe's rush hour. He could see a gray Praxian moving between tables while carrying a tray up in a servo that had several pastries on it.

Oh Praxian ran and themed. Nice, always good for more diverse places to hang out in, he mused to himself as he moved into the line that was in front of the counter. Taking in the soft music playing through their speakers and looking at the decor while he waited.

He bobbed his head along to the soft music, enjoying himself until it was his turn up to the counter. To where a black and white Praxian who was manning it, had his attention down.

The mech peered up at him, with icy blue optics that froze his spark, for just a brief moment before placing a little tag with a number glyph on it, "We'll have it ready just take a seat."

Jazz cycle his optics in confusion but decided against voicing his confusion and just picked up the tag and shrugged as he walked around to an empty booth.

Setting the tag near the edge of the table so it was visible. He sat down and waited patiently, though internally he was still confused and trying to figure out what happened.

Jazz had been humming along to the current song playing when the grey Praxian he had seen earlier stopped by his table. Looking up at him he saw the young mech look confused and watched him look from him, to the tag to the Praxian working the counter.

The young mech fluttered his doorwings before tilting his head, "You aren't Ricochet."

Jazz opened his mouth to answer before realizing what had happened, he chuckled and shook his helm. "Nah, that would be brother. He's the one who comes here often."

The young Praxian nodded and showed the little piece of paper that had the glyphs for his brother's name on it, "I'm so sorry. Looks like we had a little mix-up. Um let me go get my brother really fast so we can fix this. Okay?"

"Wait. It's okay…" Jazz tried to reach out to stop the mech but he had already turned and headed back to the counter. He watched the younger mech bounce where he stood as the spoke to the black and white one. Feeling like a petro deer caught in head lights when they both turned to look at him.

He turned his attention back down to the table. Thankful for his visor for hiding his optics while he waited again.

"Excuse me sir."

Jazz turned his helm back and met optics with the black and white mech that had been hiding the counter. He seemed a bit awkward and uncertain from the way he dropped his gaze from his visor.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention and just assumed you were Ricochet. As a sorry, I'd like to offer you a slice of our oil cakes and whatever you were planning to buy, on the house of course." He set a datapad on the table top before also moving a small container besides it, "Our menu and what Bluestreak had come to give you. It is Ricochet's usual. As an apology to him as well. He's one of our regulars and we do appreciate his company."

"Primus. Thanks, I would have probably been fine with whatever he gets normally but, gotta admit. Warms my spark for you to offer all this to me." Jazz smiled and picked the datapad up. Looking through it before peering up at the black and white mech, "Definitely makes me want to come back around for a next time too. "

"Oh, I didn't catch your name by the way."

"I apologize, I'm Prowl and I am one of the co-owners of this cafe."

"Co-owner huh? Then you probably know what's best around here, any recommendations?" Jazz rested his chin on the palm of servo. Smiling at Prowl, secretly enjoying the way the mech's doorwings perked up ever so while he began talking about his favorites. His brother's and even Jazz's own.

He was definitely coming back next time.