Darwin carries a ceramic mug from behind the counter toward Ash's corner table. Ash sits with the wrong cup — the caramel latte Iris accidentally took. Darwin reaches the table, sets down the correct black coffee, takes the wrong cup away. Ash gives a small nod of acknowledgment without looking up. Wide shot: Ash alone at his table with the right coffee, back to work. At the glass door, Iris pauses, looking back over her shoulder toward the corner. She steps out into the rain. She has his name now.