It was strange how the tea master or barista or whatever you should call them read his mind. It took him back to his days up in 

Spacecity

where he woudl watch thousands of hours of footage on some people and he would begin to understand them deeply enough that he would be able to know what they were going to do that day. For some moods and some subjects he was able to know how they would behave for days in advance just based on how they were walking or what kind of food they prepared for themselves.

Strange indeed. Why the hell had they sent all those peple up to space just to watch people. At first it was the uncomfortable. He felt like fighting back. We shouldn't be watching people like this. But what could he do? Just demand to be sent back to earth? So he had given it a try. Everybody around him was watching people on earth anyways. As the days passed he began easing into it more. Felt more natural. Just like the jasmine tea that had brewed into the hot water, he began brewing himself into his subjects... or actually it was the other way around. Watching them... they brewed into him. The subjects had no idea they were being watched.

He looked at the time. It was now 25 minutes past the meeting time. He wondered where the other guy was.