The coffee shop, and in his opinion this was never a good thing, was cheerily bright, even at one in the morning. He sat down and pretended to choose something from the menu. He smiled and greeted the waiter, and when he finished the glass of water, he got up and left.
The early morning was verdant, and, somewhere in an apartment above the shops, someone was smoking some serious, green, weed. He sniffed. Figured out the apartment and considered climbing the drainpipe and making some new friends -then decided against it.
"I walk to much," he said, mostly to himself. "I should get some sleep, I've got work tomorrow."