Dino had picked the small cafe for breakfast, because it was recommended to him by one of the agents from the FBI he met at the seminar. It was a crowded place, and seeing by the dishes and the people there, it was indeed a good place to eat. Different people from all kinds of professions were sitting there. Men and women in business suits. People in jeans and sweatshirts. People of many colors.<br/><br/><em>"Only in America."</em>he thinks as he finally sees a table become free as a couple leaves and he moves towards it, sitting down, working his long legs under the too small a table. At a full two meters in length, he was surprised that he towers over so many people here and he almost feels as if he's back in Tailand, hunting a pedophile. Except here he understands the language.<br/><br/>He puts his laptop on the table and gets ready to work some, when an attractive waitress comes to take his order. He smiles at her and orders pancakes and some coffee and he wants to focus back on his work again. The place is too warm for his liking and he gets up again to his full length and takes off his tie and his jacket and sits down, just in his blue shirt and his jeans. Another mistake, he made at the seminar. These American cops dress as cops, while he dresses as anyone.<br/><br/>He's just about to get to work, when he watches a woman looking around for a place, a laptop under her arm. He quickly scans the area and notices that there isn't any other place. He takes the laptop on his lap and he looks at her with his blue eyes and his blond hair and his strong angular features.<br/><br/>"Miss, you can share table with me." he says, a heavy Eastern European accent gracing his voice.