Zac smiles back at the young woman and opens his mouth to introduce himself, before turning to an old couple looking at them, muttering something about 'what young people are into these days.' He was about to ask what they were talking about, only to turn back to the young woman as she suddenly says she needed to get back to work. Sighing, he rubs his head, muttering, "Jeez, I must be worse with girls than I thought. That's the second time one ran off before I could say anything."
It was then, his stomach decided to make itself heard. "Oh, yeah!" he says, patting his left palm with his right fist. "I was gonna get something to eat from Mochavine!" With that, and another smile on his face, he turns around, heading in the direction (he believed) Mochavine was.
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Unfortunately, Zac's lack of a sense of direction prevailed, causing him to go in the completely wrong direction. Just when all hope seemed lost, that Zac would have to go a few minutes longer without a bite to eat...salvation.
When he began to think all hope on breakfast was lost, and began doubting the likelihood of lunch, he comes across a rather quaint-looking cafe, where it seemed all of the employees were dressed in a maid's uniform. Something about the uniform seemed familiar to Zac, but when he couldn't quite place it, he shrugs and heads on in.
Finding a table was rather easy, as there weren't many customers.
Everyone's probably at work or another restaurant, he thinks with a chuckle as he pulls out a notepad and pencil from his pocket. Flipping open the notepad to a page with complicated diagrams, a trick he was in the process of planning, Zac adds silently,
Seems like everyone just does what they want in this town. I could see myself staying here awhile.@Stern Algorithm