Believe it or not, deciding whether or not he wanted to take his food to go or actually sit at a table was a bit of a difficult decision. Given that he still felt awful perhaps the better option would be to stay than rush out of here. He did just that, walking over to where trays were he grabbed one and went to sit at one of the tables in the back that was was furthest away from everyone else who decided to stay and relax while they enjoyed their breakfast. This was a fairly busy place it seemed though the woman, who he assumed was the owner, seemed to be managing it well. There was no doubt that this place would do well assuming the people were satisfied enough.  If the food and service were good enough, maybe he would become a regular here eventually though it wasnâ€™t often that he ate out.<br/><br/>He drank some of his coffee before he started eating his sandwich, just to see if the coffee satisfied him. His conclusion as that it wasnâ€™t as strong as he usually liked it, it hardly ever was, but was enjoyable enough to encourage him to keep drinking it. Some people could down coffee like nobodyâ€™s business, but he was someone who drank it slowly. Coffee was something to be savored and not rushed in his opinion. He felt that it worked quicker than if he downed it as if it were alcohol, which unlike coffee worked better when downed quickly, and with decent results.<br/><br/>The sandwich wasnâ€™t half bad, either, he admitted to himself with a faint grin of satisfaction. He wouldnâ€™t be a regular here, but he would probably come back a few times if he felt like it. Hopefully this place would be a success, he thought to himself. It would be nice to have a deli around since there were q few fast food places around that were just plain awful and he wasnâ€™t ever in the mood for a restaurant in the morning. He was not a morning person at all and while he was a generally mild mannered person he tended to make that clear. Not to mention he was not a very good cook to save his life so he never really ate much at home anyway. That would probably be another thing that may change now that he had more time to himself, however.<br/><br/>Rushing around, doing a bit of travelling. He didnâ€™t live on the edge so to speak but has been here and there even for the past few months. Keeping busy was a strange obsession of his that has been slowly dying down. For once he could relax and actually enjoy a morning, no rushing around involved. It was a rather nice change. For how long it would last he wasnâ€™t sure, though, since he still believed someone was bound to come to him sometime during the course of the day and provide work for him. It may just be wishful thinking however, another reason to keep himself from falling victim to boredom. He did know that there was a difference between relaxing and being bored and continued reminding himself about that. Sitting here was relaxing, not boring.<br/><br/>There was a newspaper sitting near him that was a day old. He decided to pick it up and glance over it, placing it back down when he found nothing interesting in it.