The cadence from his earbuds tapped and buzzed from several tables over. Mumbling along with the words silently, he tapped his foot on the pavement. His 5 o’clock shadow beard had been neatly and deliberately trimmed around the edges, betraying it’s initial appearance. As the song ended he pulled a small notebook from his chest pocket., He began writing, mouthing words to himself. He took a look down at his writing, rewarding himself with a approving smile. Tapping back the tight dark blue backwards ballcap, he turned the music back on. The percussion seemed to move through him as he listened, eyes closed like he was caught up in morning prayer.