"Excusez-moi?" Jean-Paul blurted, startled by someone speaking the precise moment he walked through the doors. Quickly he saw Rictor sitting nearby, obviously not paying any attention to him and he relaxed. "Sorry, I thought you were speaking to me for a moment." He wrinkled his nose slightly at the smell of cigarette smoke. </i>Do all the men in this place have this habit?</i> He wondered silently.
Under his arm he carried a messenger bag than contained the laptop which had become his constant companion as of late. He had planned to visit a local cafe and write for most of the day, but Rictor's demeanor gave him pause. He stood by the door awkwardly, wondering if he should say something or not. Social interaction was not his strongest suit.