The small size of the coffee shop only helped to make the smell of alcohol even stronger as the men clumsily sat down around one of the tables in the place and demanded some coffee. There were three of them, probably around the same age as William. They couldn’t be blamed for their carousing, but the mood in the café became really tense shortly after they arrived. Despite the cheerfulness of the group, nobody really wanted to get involved with them, in case they were looking for the tiniest mistake to make an altercation. William pitied the poor owner, who was fumbling with his utensils as he tried to make drinks as fast as possible for the group.<br/><br/>William just sighed and focused on his own drink, he was looking for a relaxing evening, although he couldn’t deny that a part of him wanted to annoy the group into a brawl. He couldn’t do that to Henri though, which was the main reason for him to stay put. Days had been way less than interesting for William, and a fight at least would break up the monotony of it. Sure, there were always new things to do in Paris, but not really anything that caught William's eye. He’d been living there for a while already and he was already bored, but at least he had a comfortable life.<br/><br/>Luckily for William, Henri accidentally spilt some coffee in one of the men, mainly because they were practically pushing him around as he served them. The man yelled in pain as Henri recoiled back apologising, but it wasn’t long enough before he received a punch in the face by the man that was burnt by the hot drink.<br/><br/>“Hey, let it go!” William said out of instinct, setting on him the gazes of everyone at the place.<br/><br/>The other two men approached him, but they were instantly pushed back by William, making them trip onto the ground. It was without any provocation, and while they may have thought that it was in protection of the owner of the shop, it was just for the mere thrill of it. William immediately after darted out of the place with the group shortly in pursuit. At least that way they wouldn’t wreck Henri’s place. The string of insults thrown at him as he ran was like music to his ears. They were pissed. Right after turning a corner William stopped and pressed his back against the closest wall, hoping to ambush the men in pursuit as they passed in front of him.