Calder couldn't help but feel like he was drowning in anxiety as he rode in a separate, very low key carriage. He glanced out the window a few times and couldn't help but sigh. On his orders, the driver was taking the scenic route before being dropped off in the back alleys a few blocks away from Nana Gi's cafe.
He kept playing with the hem of his navy blue hood that was drawn over his head. The good was over sized and baggy, he hoped that the cloak would make him less suspicious but his thoughts kept wondering towards Syria. His fingers started to rub the fabric harder as he wondered if Syria had already arrived at the cafe or not.
