This one was really making him angry. He could tell that this kid was really full of himself, and he couldn't even see his face. And he hated this cafe, too. Everyone who came here was full of himself.

It had been a bad day. There had been a lot of noise and commotion, and some fire, but beyond that he didn't want to think about it. He also didn't want to think about all the things he had left in the building, or the kid he had pushed over on his way out, or the surveillance camera that had probably recorded the whole thing. See if he went to that veterinarian again.

No, he was content to think about the briefcase, tucked safely under the table, and what a jerk the kid in front of him probably was. Probably a future veterinarian, right there.