He would've gotten there more on time, but Jacob actually passed out again after attending to his failure of a post to the board and only woke up an hour before when he was supposed to meet her.
Pub or no pub, the older man walked in with a cup of coffee. Whoever owned the place could yell at him to get rid of it all they wanted, but he wasn't about to do that until it was completely gone. The stuff was beginning to become his clutch in life to keep him going. Someone should really just make an injection of it into his veins with the way he'd been downing it.
Fixing his bag which had his tape recorder, camera, and a note book at his side; Jacob approached where she was and shook his head. "Not at all. I'm pretty good with directions after being around once or twice." Not in this world, that is. In his world he was wonderful with directions. In Kansas, he was just slowly catching on to the little hints of what was where.