A loud deep buzzing sound filled the streets of Old Naveria as Spencer's ancient and run down moto trundled down the streets puffing fumes and the smell of diesel oil out over the run down areas he passed. It was the morning as his little bike was among the first vehicles out on the road bar some commuters. He didn't start work until the afternoon and with no school or college the day was his, he might have tried to do something about the shop, come up with some way to convert it or find someone to buy it, not that many would be interested in an old runs down shop in the old part of the city, might have done something useful if he weren't in his current state. A rut would be the term most would use, for the past few weeks he'd stuck to the same pattern of get up, get dressed, go and get some breakfast, wander the streets aimlessly, get lunch, go and work and then sleep. Today he was determined to change it, today he had got up, got dressed, had breakfast but now he was heading somewhere with purpose, a coffee shop in the new part of the city. Spencer's bike pulled up alongside the shop, he climbed off and set his helmet down on the back before heading inside.
A window seat, a well worn Stephen King novel and a cup of tea, relaxation, he was out of his rut and Spencer felt somewhat happy. Glancing out the window the man spied a woman about the same age as himself, alone and sitting by the fountain in the park. He sipped his tea a little and set the book down, keeping his thumb in between the pages to keep his place. For a little while he just sat staring at her with a slight smile on his, she'd caught his eye for some reason and for the briefest of moments he considered going outside and talking to her but then he swiftly shook his head and realised she'd just shoot him down and call him a freak. He sighed and took another sip, still looking out at her.