Daren has now walked for about fifteen minutes. In other words, he will soon arrive at Cafe An, where the email message has told him that is where the two meet.
Daren's eyes seemed to be looking far towards the front.
'Ah ... that's the place,' Daren's mind when he found a logo banner that read 'Cafe An'.
He carefully entered the cafe. Only a few people were there.
A girl with long black hair which is curled upwards, an old man who is sipping his coffee, and a couple of mothers and boys who are enjoying their cake.
Daren sighed softly. So far, nothing, according to him, fits the criteria lodged in his head.
"Ah ... blind spot," shrieked Daren, silently remembering one of the other clues that was emphasized in the previous email that was sent to Daren earlier.
Daren's eyes seemed to begin to regain his sight.
