A lot had gone on in the store and Benjamin wasn't so sure about it. His cup had gone empty and was about to leave when he saw the lady who wanted to sketch him. Though he wasn't so fast to speak with her and by the time he had figured out what to say, she was already in a conversation with the chef that had the strangest of concoctions. Benjamin stood and started cleaning up his table, putting the cup where the dirty ones seemed to go and wondered if he should speak with her or just go.