Well– this wasn’t the sort of unpleasantness Matt expected to come with a morning coffee. Someone in here hadn’t blinked the entire time he’d been standing in line. Maybe he should have gotten the grande size. Sighing, he tapped his way over to an empty table, then settled down. The hairs on the back of his neck refused to settle down.

Slowly he stood, blue eyes still utterly focused on his target. His trusty laptop was slipped into a leather satchel without even looking, and a pale hand settled the bag onto his thin shoulder before swiping up his coffee cup. He moved forward, towards the man’s table. Slender fingers run their way across the back of the chair, then around the square edge of the table before he reached the other seat and slid into it. Head cocks to the side as he scans his target, a brow quirking. “Interesting.”
