He had felt rather than see her shifting around. He'd seen her. In fact out of all the women in the coffee shop...she was the ONLY one he had truly seen. The ONLY one he'd given more than a split second glance. People said he had strange tastes. He didn't. He just knew true beauty when he saw it. He knew that beauty on the outside was meaningless if the person was ugly on the inside. Meaning horrible personality and attitude.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Watching her look at him skeptically. He was feeling defeated. His eyes returned to normal. And he had sighed quite audibly. His entire demeanor looking as if he was beginning to deflate. From the inside out. He bites his lower lip. Tired and worn just began to describe the way his body felt. To describe the extent to which he'd physically pushed himself.<br/><br/>He himself shifted at the long ackward silence. He looks at her. "Sorry. I apologize for disturbing you." he says. Standing up and nearly tripping over his own feet. "I'll be outside...thinking. If you would like to talk again. Or more." he says. His tone filled with hope yet not too much so. It was a guarded hope. As if used to not seeing things go his way often. If at all. He leans against the brick wall of the building. Waiting to see what she did.