Coffee Shop

Jack had been out and about, following a signature that generally predicted a mist, but he could never pinpoint it. Deciding to wait a bit, he popped into a coffee shop to get a cup to go. He paused at the sugar bar to doctor it up and he looked over at the man at the table.

"Nice day, huh?" he said, warm and cheerful and obviously just polite conversation, from an American, no less.