Early the next morning, Adrian stepped out of the town's most expensive hotel, his box swapped out for a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a backpack on his back. He was wearing one of his new purchases, a blue round t-shirt and jeans.
Clark had left the town after dropping him off at the hotel the day before, now it was just him.
By 7:00 AM, he was standing in front of the cat cafe. The door was still locked, and the sign was flipped to "Closed."
The streets were still quiet. Just a few shop owners were unlocking doors and setting up for the day. The town's postman cycled down the street, and a brown dog trotted faithfully behind him, tail wagging. Adrian settled onto the bench by the entrance, placing his bags by his side.
The air smelled of freshly baked bread and pies. He felt relaxed and refreshed just sitting there.
