After ordering a simple Latte, William carefully brought his beverage to a lone table that was close to a side window in public view. Pulling off his bloody bandages and stuffing them in the pocket of the right side of his jacket. He scanned the room carefully noticing odd groups that were planted across the room, he saw two strange looking fellows in the corner staring towards anouther group of slightly younger looking people. Thinking to himself on what possible reasons they could have any interest in younger groups, the answer slaped him across the face "They wanted to sell something!" he shouted to himself in his thoughts, his eyes glanced again to the people in the corner. Then peered back to his own Latte, after all he wasnt involved with what was going on and he wanted to keep it that way.<br/><br/>"But what if they saw me as a target, feeble, all alone." The same lonesome whiney voice echoed in his mind as he thought to himself, after all he knew what he was and what he was capable of. Or maybe he was just getting fustrated over nothing, maybe he should just finish his American sized Latte that clearly would fill him up, and not even get half way down the cup. William placed a shivered hand to the side of his head, rubbing lightly against his temple, he closed one honey suckle eye as the other stares down at the cup.<br/><br/>"It'll be fine" he raised his head looking towards the young group that engrossed themselves in convosation, William seemed wanting to be in a situation like that, where he could freely speak and have friends, then again he was English and most Americans find the English accent very dreamy, but like all things William couldnt handle the attention. Maybe he should just sit there and attempt to finish his latte and be quiet. And he did just that.