[Gallagher]

The wait didn't feel nearly as long when he could finally, finally watch his coffee get made. All the same, he wasn't prepared for how full the place still felt when he moved away from the counter and very nearly walked right into a man examining a pastry display.

Crowds. One of the things he hated most in the world.

Which, he had to admit, was a list that only grew the older he became.

There was no way he would hang around in this... this. So, with thoughts of freedom and mildly polluted air filling his lungs, he headed for the door.