James sat in the small café, his gaze glued on the shopfront next door. He had been there since the early morning, watching and waiting, his gaze never moving from the store's entrance. As the day progressed, he would get up and leave, only to return a few hours later and resume his careful surveillance.
The café's pastries and strong coffee sat undisturbed before him, their tempting aromas failing to pique his interest. James' gaze stayed fixed, his forehead twisted in a mix of expectation and dread. It was as if he were a predator, ready to attack the instant his target passed through that fateful door.
Each time the store's door opened, James' body stiffened, his pulse racing with the hope that this was the moment he had been waiting for. But, usually, the person who emerged was not the one he wanted, and his shoulders slumped, a low sigh passing his lips as he resumed his careful observation.
