[The moment they step into the cafe, she lets go of his hand. It's enough, isn't it?

Lightning makes a beeline for a table in one of the far corners, so they can both see who comes in and who goes out, and who's in the cafe with them. He might appreciate that, and Lightning knows she herself would prefer knowing what's going on in her immediate surroundings.]

You can go tell the barista what you want while I'll keep watch over the table. Then it'll be my turn when you come back. Sound good? Or do you want me to go first?