As Jessica wandered into the coffee Shop, Seth would slip in behind her, in line just behind the woman. He stared down some, his hood drawn up. What was he doing here? What did he have planned? Nothing. He had acted on instinct and instinct told him he would find Jessica here as she would often be found. He sighed some. Well there she is but what good is it going to do him without a plan of action? He held his head some, the rather scatterbrained and paranoid man at odds on what he was really here to do. He had to do SOMETHING....SAY...something... She was right there!<br/><br/>He felt his heart jump when he could hear her taking her order form the counter, looking up in a faint mix of horror and confusion as she turns and stared into his face after jumping a foot or so. He chuckled weekly, his sunken, drug addicted iage making him seem like a rather strange stalker.<br/><br/>"h-hey..." he muttered, visibly shaking some though when was the tweaking man not shaking or stuttering. He blinked as she scoffed and wandered to a table, tapping the other side. He would sit with a bit of his lip, hands in the front pockets of his hoodie as he stared down. he was still completely lost on what to do but thinking on his feet was his forte right? He'd figure it out....right?