As Yumi talked to her manager, a young man entered the coffee shop. He was already becoming somewhat of a regular in there for a few weeks past. Every time he went in, he ordered the same things. A cup of espresso and a chocolate muffin. And he sat on the same table, every time. And from a few days back, he always asked Yumi how she was doing as well. It wasn't a blatant flirt, since the guy didn't seem like the kind to be flirty. In a few minutes of conversation here and there, the only personal information he had conveyed was that his name was Liam. He was not very tall, and always dressed for comfort, in jeans and flannel shirts. He always carried a motorcycler helmet with him, and was always alone in the coffee shop. That day, he came in as usual, greeted both Yumi and the manager and took his usual spot, waiting patiently for service.<br/><br/>Outside the coffee shop, a pair of eyes watched Yumi from afar. The man watching her from a distance short enough to be able to see what she was doing through the coffee shop's window, but long enough to not be seen clearly, knew Yumi pretty well. What he didn't know was at what time she would be leaving work that day. He had been doing this same routine every day. Dropping by at a place from where he could watch her, and see at what time Yumi would be off. He needed to get her in a day when she was alone and in a fairly deserted street. And he was sure he<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>get her. He just hoped this wouldn't take long.