A Latte

Adam stepped in the cafe. How like him to end up in places he'd rather not be. Most of the time, cafe's were crawling with weird people who asked him weird stuff. Yet, he still wound up in places like this one. How convenient.
Well, he had to admit it could be funny at times.

Just as he was getting seated he got right back up, as if hesitating. He looked at the seat: chewed gum stuck to the brown plastic chair. It reeked strawberry.

Adam grunted as he took another table, this time inspecting it high and low before even thinking of setting one buttock at it.
As he sat down, relieved, he looked at the panel. What would he take? Because he had to take something.
He took out a smoke and lit it, took a puff and coughed it out at once, letting the cigarette fall.
He eyed the "No Smoking" panel evilly as he twisted his ankle to put the cig out.

What the hell was going on here?

Sitting at a table not too far away, a cough grabbed his attention and Ryan beamed in that dirrection. He eyed a man who looked quite uneasy, attempting to put out a newly lighted cigarette.

Without really knowing why, he kept staring at the guy, believing that he was positive he had once met him. Or seen him on TV. He could swear this face was familliar, and yet he couldn't get his eyes off of him until he knew who he was.