[ It only takes him two, which is still plenty long for him. Barry comes to a quick stop inside the coffee shop, entrance marked by a flicker of light and a short gust of wind. He's wearing his suit, but that's mostly just so he won't catch on fire; the hood's down, and he starts to drag off his gloves as he wanders over.
That means his hand's bare when he offers it for a formal, brief shake. Slightly less weird than leather gloves, hopefully. ]
Hey. James Olsen, right?
[ Looks... pretty friendly, honestly. Not that that means anything. The once-over Barry gives him is pretty obvious, but probably understandable given the strange circumstances. ]
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[ It only takes him two, which is still plenty long for him. Barry comes to a quick stop inside the coffee shop, entrance marked by a flicker of light and a short gust of wind. He's wearing his suit, but that's mostly just so he won't catch on fire; the hood's down, and he starts to drag off his gloves as he wanders over.
That means his hand's bare when he offers it for a formal, brief shake. Slightly less weird than leather gloves, hopefully. ]
Hey. James Olsen, right?
[ Looks... pretty friendly, honestly. Not that that means anything. The once-over Barry gives him is pretty obvious, but probably understandable given the strange circumstances. ]