Ethan leaned against the sun warmed wall of the building. After a couple seconds, he leans forward, undoing his suit jacket. It's a bit warm out of the conditioning of the office to be wearing it out here. He drapes over his right shoulder before leaning back against the wall. He crosses his legs at the ankle, still watching the tourist woman at the fountain. She smiles when she tosses a coin into the fountain. He had always wondered what people wish for when they did things like that. At least it wasn't a well. He looks up when the wind blows. His frown, which had vanished for a bit, returns. It's going to start raining in about an hour, a storm blowing in off the sea that should quickly pass.