He glanced at his watch, the hands ticking by the minute, slowly irking him. The thin scratches on the watch glass screen, the small peelings on the brown leather watch handle never really bothered him, despite his friends aggravating urge to replace a new Patek Phillipe watch for him. He never knew why he was emotionally attached to the old dusty looking watch. The change of jazz music in the small bustling cafe awoken him from his distracted thoughts. Seated facing the window in the right inner corner of the cafe, he adjusted himself comfortably into the black plush cushioned seat while looking at the busy road ahead of him. He have always loved this corner of the cafe, not only due to the isolation from everyone, but also, the silence gave him ample time to focus on his untreated emotions and thoughts deep inside his mind. The laptop screen in front of him was left unattended while he waited for what is to come ahead. He could hear the deafening ticking sounds of his watch, th...