I played with my Styrofoam cup and looked around the coffee shop. An older woman sipped tea while reading a conservative paper. I tried to make out the front page headline when a man walking outside caught my eye. His tie was loud, and his big watch sparkled offensively. It made me squint. I turned away from the light. The sound of the door chime drew my already turning head behind me. A short man in a Hawaiian shirt entered. He wasn’t the man I was looking for, so I didn’t take the time to notice anything else about him.