Damon sat across from you at the coffee shop sipping a black tea and silently flipping through his latest book, a new mystery one to be exact. He always invited you to the coffee shop on campus, but once there, he rarely exchanged words. It was like he enjoyed your presence regardless of talking. As you began to stand up, he spoke without glancing up.

"Your shoe is untied." He kept flipping through the pages of his book as you looked down to see that he was as observant as always.