<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Jack Harth<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location: </strong></span>Cafe<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>12:00AM<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>Unknown Woman<br/><br/>Just a simple glazed donut, and a cup of Sumatran blend, lightly roasted coffee with brown sugar and cream in it. That's what he got. Perhaps, surprisingly, he was a bit of a coffee snob. The donut was something he devoured pretty quickly, but quietly; and yet, neatly enough that he didn't get anything on his face. Clever use of a napkin kept his hand sticky-free, too.<br/><br/>He settled down with a light jingling sound as he ate the last bite of donut, and it was just as he was taking that first experimental sip of coffee, seeing if it was hot enough to scald him or just cool enough to drink, he heard someone mention his name. He turned his attention, and quietly gave the woman the once-over. She was certainly easy on the eyes.<br/><br/>"You can call me Jack. And sure, I don't mind." He doesn't expect to get much out of this, but hey, who knows; maybe he'll run across some thug and he can beat them to within an inch of their life. That'd be fun!<br/><br/>"Don't worry about the money, it's no big deal.  What's your name?" He was already rising up from his seat, and moving to head out; but, he'd remember to be polite enough to hold the door open for the woman.