Flint looked to the café. Small and secluded not much really.
He spotted a older man with a heavy moustache and began to look intently.
Flint had his camera around his neck, its large lens could zoom far away which is why he had brought it. He sat at the other end of the street, making sure the suspect wouldn't spot him. The man he was watching walked over to a table and looked to his watch. Who was he meeting? That was what Flint was here to find out.
He drank his coffee and soon realised he had run out. "Will have to get some later..." he muttered to himself as a young woman entered the Café.
Flint took the cap off his camera lens. He aimed down the view finder and, just as expected, saw the woman walk towards the older man. They exchanged pleasantries then sat down.
Flint was taking pictures the whole time and soon had captured them talking, holding hands and even kissing.
"This was enough evidence for my client." Flint thought as he placed the cap back on his camera. "Mrs Jackson is going to be very unpleased... as are all my clients who ask me to follow their husbands." He thought as he packed his camera away then began to walk home.
"Well another case solved.." Flint sighed, if it wasn't a wife scared for her marriage, it was a lost pet or over controlling father. Where was the action, the missing children the murders the suspense of being a 'real' detective. Is wasn't exactly how he planned it but he still enjoyed what he did... he just wished sometimes he could get a better case..
He passed a Starbucks and soon realised he needed some coffee down him. He had never been to the place and hoped he would just be able to ask for a coffee without having to get all confusing.
He walked inside and stood in the queue.