A description will be made eventually. ~Roleplay between Shelby and TheOddball.~ Unfazed by the blaring of horns that shouted his way, motorist growing angry with his slow walk as a smirk crept across his lips as the noises continued to ring in his ears, egging on his slowness only because of their impatience, Luke pushed his hands into his pockets, whistled to himself, and slowed his walk again as another person honked at him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the car, looking through the windshield to see a woman with curled blond hair sitting in the driver's seat with her hand raised in the air and with a look of irritation staining her expression, and upon seeing her Luke did what he thought was best; he waved at her. Gave her a cheeky grin and could only laugh as he was given another honk to get him to move quicker. Okay, okay. Best to leave before he got run over and called the stupid American again, despite how he had been living in London for the past couple of years, happily with his work as an animal behaviorist, specializing in cats. Luke wasn't a rude person, or most of the time, rather. He liked to have his own ease with life, a fact, he learned, that irritated most people, but that was just the way he worked. He didn't often taunt people who sat in vehicles since they tended to have more power over him with the looming threat of being flattened, but on that day it had became increasingly bothersome to him for the fact that, so often, he, and other pedestrians, got honked at. As if they weren't walking fast enough; all he had was two legs! He would walk no faster, and he refused to do so unless a car came at him too quickly. In his mind, they were the rude people. Could they not wait a second for him to move? At least he didn't completely stop, though. He had seen that happened once before, had even laughed at the young University student who had one too many drinks and decided that he would play in the streets, taunting cars and motorcycles alike, but never would he dream of doing something that stupid. Oh well. Guess it didn't matter much anyhow. He quickly crossed the road at that and stepped on the side walk, turning his head back to watch the, now, steady flow of traffic until he turned his head and started walking along the pavement. People walked by him, some women and men pushing along strollers, some men and women walking by their lonesome, talking on phones, looking at their phones, or just walking with expression on their face that showed nothing but boredom and irritation, fatigue as well, more than likely from long nights of staying awake doing God knows what. He huffed a breath, watching as his breath could be seen in the cold weather, and put his hands back in his pockets, his eyes searching this way and that until he turned down another road and ended in an ally way, a few small shops plastered against the walls, the doors either opened or closed with open signs hanging in their windows for patrons to see and be beckoned towards them. The smell of food and other sweets lingered in the air from the bakery down the street, but instead of being captivated by the smell, he continued walking, soon finding himself inside a small coffee shop, a place he had heard about, had even seen, but had never walked into. A few friends of his recommended the little place, saying that, while small, it was nice and quaint with it's old fashioned furniture and with it's good coffee and tea. The smell of coffee instantly hit his nose, as well as the smell of other pastries and the feel of heat, causing his stomach to grumble a bit despite how he wasn't all that hungry. He was only here for a small break of lunch, nothing too heavy, and really only wanting a coffee to keep him awake for the rest of the day as he sat in front of the computer, looking at various articles that his bosses had told him to look at an analyze. That part of his job was bothersome, yes, but all a part of his work nonetheless. There were only a few people sitting in the coffee shop, talking quietly to themselves or sitting on their laptops, typing along the keys and letting the click sound resound around the place. Luke stepped up towards the counter, the menu sitting up high, with his head tilted up so that he could read the words. His mouth was hung open slightly as his eyes scanned the writing, taking in the special of the day as well as the regular orders that were presented every day. So many things sounded so good. He hummed to himself quietly as he tried to decide what he wanted as he waited for someone to come back up to the counter to take his order and his money. As he waited he unbuttoned his coat, letting a bit of heat escape from him as a white button down shirt with a blue tie was revealed, his pants in black slacks, general attire that he had to wear when in the office so that he could look presentable and fashionable, no matter how uncomfortable he found the garb. He fiddled with his tie a bit and grimaced but left it be after a while.