I was sitting in a café in downtown New York City, with a snowflake in front of me and a book of Shakespeare in my hand. I looked around for a moment and saw a man wearing a black coat and he had a small tattoo behind his ear. It was the number eight. He was attractive and handsome, but I ignored his presence and he sat in a seat next to my table. He seemed calm and calm. Really elegant. I smiled at him calmly and continued reading until the waiter said, “Look who’s here.” He turned around..