Sep 25, 2009 12:54
John had been struck by a wave of restlessness in the middle of the night and so had gone out walking. He was still strolling now, on his last cigarette and oddly peaceful. He'd watched the sun rise, considered going to find one of the people he'd accumulated in this town, but decided he was enjoying the solitude for the time being.
Now, however, he was feeling a bit lonely. He turned toward the cafe, bound for coffee and companionship.
[ooc: catch him in the cafe or on the way!]
streets,
cafe