Charlie watched the waitress while she served, giving her another nod in thanks. His attention though was on the young man across the table from him. Something was definitely working in that brain, and Charlie was somewhat curious to know what. He dressed poorly, but that didn't mean he couldn't afford the meal. Yet, Charlie had a feeling the waitress might suspect such. The detective wasn't one who wouldn't pay for another person's meal, but he wasn't fond of people who took advantage of others. So, he'd wait to see how things turned out before he acted on his suspicisions.
"The City. Capital C on City, no other name." He shrugged as he took another bite of cobbler. They were very good, but he wasn't going to order more than what he had. Why did he need more? Two servings would suit him well enough for now. Plus, he was already thinking of the fruit stands outside.
"Yes, good, bad, moving. You've got it. Of course, it doesn't mean much in theory. It's the application that will get you. No matter what, remember this could be all a dream, and you'll wake up tomorrow wherever you were before. Perhaps you really are just a butterfly dreaming you were a man." He took his coffee cup up and raised it as if in salute before taking a sip.