His eyes shifted over to the cafe that she had stopped in front of. He read the name of the establishment, trying to figure out if he had ever been there before. Perhaps it was a favored place of hers. He did not know. He shifted his hands, one moving into his pocket while the other gripped his brief case tighter, standing across the street. Others passed him with out a glance, which he was thankful for.
He was bruised and cut, looking as if he had gotten into a bar fight of some sort recently. Taking in a deep breath, he moved across the street.
He just wanted one closer look. To assure himself she was alright.