He didn't have time for this. More than time, he didn't have the mind. A coffee. He needed a damn coffee. The first one from earlier in the morning had worn off. This he could feel now that the andrenaline of McKayla's accident had worn off.

Max said a sort of good bye to the man who was still lazily slouched there near the sidewalk and headed back towards the cafe holding the box of 

airtag

s.

The cafe had been the original destination when he had parked here for free. It was that man who had convinced him to park here when he had initially tried using the paid parking lot. Had he parked there his car would've probably never disappeared. The rates in the lot were so high that Max would've never left his car there when going to see Johnny.

But then he would've never had that walk. That had been a significant walk. A lot of thoughts and feelings that had setup the eventual conversation about Max moving to 

Westcity

, which setup him spending the night at Johnny's, which setup him getting that baguette... and well... maybe using the free street parking had been a mistake after all.

The light was groggier today. As Max approached the cafe he noticed that the students didn't look as happy and impressive as yesterday. People were in their sweats and their skin and hair wasn't as made up. In the cafe the music felt louder but more distorted. Damn was he really that hung over? He really needed that 

coffee

. But not just a regular coffee. He was planning to order a 

cappuccino

 to start. Sit with it and sip quite fast. Then afterwards he would figure out next steps.