MADAME VASTRA – A CAFÉ IN IRVINE
And this particular man had a stride of confidence and bounce, backed behind an obscenely amount of jittery stops and spins and twitches that seemed to suggest a higher level of ADHD than previously thought possible by modern science. Dressed in a suit jacket with a kitten t-shirt beneath, a pair of slacks and cowboy boots, Troy was a walking contradiction of fashion and yet somehow managed to pull it off in a way that suggested eccentric and quirky were naturally his best attributes.
As he moved with a deliberate sort of grace, he spun around asking people to look at his picture that he was holding in his hand; most found him already odd enough, and likely assumed him to be one of the crazies from Hollywood boulevard with the signs and declarations of the end of the world.
He forced himself into the cafe when no one on the street seemed to be at all helpful. He waved his picture around and asked a couple eating, and a small child who just giggled at his kitten shirt which he in turn smiled at, "I should give it to you. Not right now though, a bit frowned upon in cafes."
He waved that off and then turned towards the woman stirring her coffee and moved towards her, holding out a picture with a petrified cat on it, "I seemed to have misplaced my mummified Mau, don't suppose you've seen it?"