Liz stands there stoically, watching closely until she is sure he is completely out of sight. Her acquaintance Cheryl is sitting inside, but Liz never looks in. Instead, she glares over at a few small tables outside a cafe across the street.

Unconcerned with the cars and people between her and the cafe, she beelines across the busy street to one of the table in particular. She stops and scowls down at a rugged looking man (in nice slacks and a button-down shirt) as he sips on his latte.