The free continental breakfasts were good for those two things and those two things only. The free part which had him up and out of his room bright and early on most mornings, in a very close second was coffee. Granted, not the best coffee he had ever tasted. If there was one thing he wasn't picky about, it was coffee. So long as it was black, he would have none of that fancy stuff. The kind he referred to as smelling like a whore house, not that he had been to a whore house in the last hundred years to remember what it smelled like.
Uncaring of his appearance quite so early, he had no qualms in enjoying his coffee in his pajamas. Pajamas that consisted of loose sweat pants and wife beater. He wore a robe just to appear decent at least. He had ear buds in his ear that lead to the ipod in his pocket. He didn't particularly like to talk to strangers. Specially not at the moment with all he had heard recently. So, having earphones in was a good deterrent.
He was sitting at a table by the window when he had noticed the young woman raised her mug to him. She seemed innocent enough, there was something oddly familiar. Just a case of deja vu, he was sure.
"The grounds give it a good texture" he in return raised his mug to her.