He settled with a little cafe and ordered a small lunch, sitting down he looked at the sky lost in the colors as he picked at his food and sipped his drink. He was used to his office, not the outside world... He exhaled, picking up the food and packing it up. he'd eat it in his office. At least keep that normal. He hadn't even stood up when his drink ended up in his lap. He didn't care about the drink...or that it had spilled on him. He cared about the social situation that came with it.