He liked seating at the little secluded corner spot, a cozy table for two, where he could see the whole café bustling with business but he himself partially hidden behind a charming low decorated divider. It has become a routine for him to have a cup of morning espresso every weekday early in the morning before bounding off for his classes at the nearby university. He waited patiently until it was the right time … only then he pressed the call button to order. He had to if he wanted him, the reason why he was there in the first place, to take his orders. He would be disappointed if it wasn’t him.