The hot rising air with effort carried Hank, a pondering pigeon,  as the bird combed over the city swarmed with people and automobiles. Using his special eye-view, he searched for trinkets to use to decorate the grave of his past owner, Hank Josh.  Until then, he would not find a nest for himself.

As Hank frolicked through the air, he saw a man walking in the other direction of the flock of people down there. He was like a fish swimming against the current, and he skillfully evaded each person. Hank hit a sharp turn. He had to follow this man with a face as welcoming as a slippery ,steep  cliff.

His stale suit showed he was an amateur, unlike Mr Josh. The latter loved putting together a cutting-edge concept, with colour mixes like a smoothie or lame get-ups from the many sitcoms he watched .  

The working man entered Cool Brewed; a cafe. The man sat far away from the window, so Hank could not easily see him. He could see him slide out a laptop. Hank's owner loved playing games on these, the the man plugged his ears. Was he so uninterested in the world around him, in the stories of people who he could get to know? That was a Hank Josh comment, but the bird could understand his frustrations more.  Hank Josh did meet one of his soon-to-be good friends Mark Hughes at Cool Brewed. Mark helped Hank with his complaining car, and the two continued to see each other in the mornings at the cafe. The bird followed Mr Josh there many times, but where was Mark? Could he have changed his routine so quickly, since Hank Josh was gone?