Cavan watched the girl wander in. She was, what some would say, the kind of girl who would fit in with his social circle. If he had a social circle. Maybe not fit entirely, but she was enough of a freak that it would have worked. He eyed her fading streaks and the shirt she wore.
But that was about all the attention he gave to her. He'd taken in what he needed to for now. She could be, of course, a perfect candidate. He'd have to keep a bit of an eye on her while she was here and decide.
He returned to his book, picking up his coffee mug and having long swallow. There was nothing in it, no sugar or cream. Cavan didn't believe in such things. If one was going to drink coffee, one should be drinking coffee, not disguised crap.
The waitress stopped by as soon as he placed it back down, filling it to the brim again. Cavan thought that if she continued in this way, he was going to be up for the next seven days.