Mitchell was also sitting in the coffee shop, a few tables over from Percy, not that he recognized the red head since he was currently flipping through an issues of Rolling Stone, which he had just picked up at the drug store. He had been intending on going home after his trip to the drug store to attempt to do some writing, but then he'd passed the coffee shop and all thoughts of writing went out the window for the time being. So, after getting a cup of coffee, Mitchell had found a table and began flipping through the magazine. He'd been halfway through it when a girl in her early twenties approached him and asked for an autograph. He had been getting recognized more and more these days, not that it was a bad thing, but if it kept up this way, he was going to have a difficult time going out.