He was walking down the street at a hurried pace, hands in his pockets, lips curved into an almost ever present frown. Julia hated him, O'Brien was probably only humoring and even though he had people he knew in this world he felt alone. Isolated from everything that was from home he felt empty inside and craved any little bit of attention he could get from O'Brien. Managing to find the cafe within the half hour he stepped inside and up to the counter. Ordering a Chai Tea, he paid and took his drink, moving to sit at one of the tables.
Perhaps he looked as insecure as he felt, because people were giving him strange and sometimes concerned looks as he sat there sipping his tea, waiting for O'Brien.