The Corner Cafe normally smelt of coffee beans and burnt butter but today it had the scent of collective damp clothing and mouldy umbrellas. Yet through the condensation covered windows with their chipped white painted frames Harvey continued to stare, ignoring his fellow patrons. Then, at last, his patience paid off. Through the gloom appeared a petite woman in her early twenties. She stood out from the crowd with her large, purple headphones, yellow umbrella, battered dark green parka jacket and bright red converse which had seen better days. Her hair was light brown in tight shoulder length curls. Harvey watched her as she walked by the cafe window, bouncing around the puddles which had formed on the uneven path. He would have known Cas anywhere.

Time to go.