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The train ride hadn't been terribly long, but he'd been nervous and hadn't slept well for days beforehand. By the time he got to Middle Area, Ernst had been exhausted. He took a taxi to the motel, which wasn't as nice as he'd hoped but nice enough, he supposed. A shower was taken, and then a nap, which left him groggy and fuzzy-headed when he awoke.
Deciding a walk and maybe a light meal would possibly help, he got dressed (rather casually in a fitted black t-shirt and charcoal gray slacks, as he didn't have the energy for anything more formal) and he set out to wander the streets of the place he once called home.
So now he sits, idly picking at a sandwich that he knows he should be eating, and sipping a mineral water with lemon. He looks as if he could perhaps use some company.
((Can be tagged either at the cafe or after he's left. Ernst is terribly easy, haha.))