"What's this?" Dave said as he took the sheet. "Hey, thanks! That's a great likeness." He grimaced a bit at that, noting the disshevelled state of his clothes and the quizzical look on his face. He had traded yesterday's peculiar linen peasant shirt for a button-down blue cotton one, but kept the cargo pants.<br/><br/>"Uh, just coffee today, thanks. Black, no sugar, please." He eased himself onto a stool at the counter.<br/><br/>"Yeah, pictures," he added, as if Aoi's remark had just registered. "I hope the owners won't mind." He paused to scratch idly at the back of his neck, frowned, and yanked. A cardboard tag came away in his hand with a snap. He stuffed the tag into a pocket.<br/><br/>"So is art your hobby or your vocation?"