Snippet #1825053

In the fairly vacant street, Kyoshi would have been entirely away of the stranger coming up behind him. Not least of all because the human smelled like he hadn't washed that morning. There was a tap on Kyoshi's shoulder.

"Excuse me," said the man, "you couldn't help me out could you. I don't suppose you've heard of Finchway productions have you? Ever seen the name on a building around town?"

The man, who was in his mid-thirties and looked rather dishevelled and tired, didn't sound very hopeful or optimistic and added with a sigh, "Or failing that, can you recommend a decent coffee house?"