Humans were easy to spy on for the most part, easy targets, creatures of mundane habits. Predictability was a nice attribute that Frank relied upon. Of course what he assumed and the patterns he saw were vague generalizations and it was known to him that not every human would act the same way. Still once he arrived outside the hotel with daylight slowly creeping into the town life began to stir in the form of humans going after their favorite thing in the world, coffee. Whether it was the run to one of the many diners this small town seemed chalk full of, a coffee stand, or the comfort of a pot at home coffee was fed into the system so fast they may as well as had an IV line set up instead.<br/><br/>Of course he drank the swill too, it provided energy for the body and there was something about the bitterness of a pot of black sludge that he enjoyed. The thicker and more black the better he liked it, and piping hot to boot. He already had his cup this morning though, and his breakfast though it was wearing out faster than he wanted due to the walk into town he would be able to curb the craving for another meal with the distraction of finding the green eyed woman.<br/><br/>Cars began to pass but none of them noticed him leaning against a tree by some shrubs. His greyish blue eyes scanned along doorways while his patience never wavered in waiting. No doubt the woman had been tired, but he also assumed she had some form of business to attend to this morning and judging by her hasty exit of the diner she did not eat much if at all. Of course he wasn't positive of this since he did not actually know how long she had been there, but his observations were not usually wrong.<br/><br/>Then she appeared in a light shirt and jeans, no doubt headed to get the free breakfast, and thus he waited for her return. Frank had no idea whether or not she would eat outside and his assumption was that he would next see her walking back to her room, but surprise adorned his hidden face as she reappeared. It was perfect as he watched her sit down at a bench.<br/><br/>Slowly he moved from his hidden position behind her and with his duffle bag in tow he approached the bench by the sidewalk casually before sitting next to her as if it was no big deal. The bag thudded on the ground to the left of his feet. His eyes glanced at the apple and tea. "Huh, and here I would have pegged you for a coffee girl with a doughnut not hot green tea and an apple. Hi there, I'm Frank." He said with a smooth voice after which he flashed a toothy smile her way showing his flawless pearly whites. He laid against the back of the bench as if it would recline like a lazy-boy chair and put his arms on the top. He made to movement for a proper handshake and instead waited for her reaction.