Wonderful little day! That’s what this was! And he was going to go have coffee with a very nice woman. And if her hand writing was any indication she was a looker. Not that that meant anything, but it was always a plus. He was whistling lightly some nameless tune as he neared the coffee shop. He was a little late, but that was his nature. He viewed time as more optional then set in stone.
Opening the door to the café it wasn’t hard to find her, while his eyes where drawn to her because of her amazing amount of dark hair it was the book in her hands that gave her away. He made his way smoothly over to the table, she seemed very intent on the journal and that made him smile just a tad. When he wasn’t to close as to be creepy he spoke up “Anne?” he inquired.