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Solomon let you a heavy sigh running his hand through his hair as he stepped into the cafe. He hardly noticed the detective as he walked by, focused on getting some coffee. He went up to the counter, smiling slightly as the girl greeted him, "Mornin'..20 oz black coffee please... He handed her the exact change and waited for her to fetch his coffee. Once he had it, he moved away, sitting a few tables away from Randall, his eyes closed. He rested his hand on the cup of coffee lightly, resting his head on his other. He was planning on leaving for London in a few days now...America was irritating him.