Inside the coffee shop, Cappie had joined the end of the line at the counter, waiting to be served. The queue was moving slowly and his attention wandered as he stood there, first to the other patrons of the shop, then to the big, black chalk board on the wall behind the coffee machines and, finally, back towards the front door and large, flanking bay windows.
The glimpse of blonde hair drew his attention outside and, as recognition dawned, a broad smile spread across his face. Checking the line, which was still a couple of people long, Cappie ducked away and crossed back to the door before opening it and poking his head outside.
"Hey, are you following me?" he asked the small, blonde girl standing outside, feigning indignance.