[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjgwLmIxYzRkMC5UM0p5Wlc0Z1JHRnBiSGsuMQ/mulders-handwriting.regular.png[/img][/center] Orren was glad that her phone, and her, were both okay. He was also glad when she quickly left that awkward as hell interaction, and he could pretend it hadn't happened at all. He shuffled up to the door of the cafe and let himself in. This time of day, it wasn't very crowded here. The "please seat yourself" sign was put up, so Orren found a lonely corner booth and slid onto the bench. His glazed over eyes wandered out the window next to him. He watched the morning commuters go by for what felt like a second, but was torn out of his thoughts by a, "Sir?" "Huh?" Orren grunted dumbly as he turned to look up at a concerned waitress. "Are you okay?" "Yeah....why?" "Well, I've been trying to get your order for five minutes." Now she seemed slightly annoyed. Five minutes? He couldn't have been looking out that window for longer than a second. "Oh, sorry. Uh," He picked the menu up and flipped through it real quick. "Just the turkey sandwich I think, and a coffee, please." The waitress nodded and took up his menu. "I'll have that right out."