The smell of moth balls swept into the room on a smokey tweed coat dressed with a neat pocket square. It twisted the room's perfume into a forgotten library, unkempt and ashen. Following him came a gentle swirl of dust faithfully following their pied piper wherever he may lead. The room caught a short breath as a navy uniform stepped into the room, radar eyes scanning across the scape taking inventory. Always in pairs, the second pressed uniform appeared, her cursory glance a nod to experience. As the air resumed, the coffee conversations flickered back to life, a skipping stone that settles into the ebb and flow. You could faintly hear a slight hush follow the uniformed officers through the cafe, hungry ears desperate for a morsel of gossip.

This was really fun and I thoroughly enjoyed breaking into this narrative. That opening sentence is one of my favourites so far, what an entrance for that poor fellow. I was definitely leaning on the Sherlock Holmes/Inspector vibes at first and decided that this gentleman would be the target of the Inspector/Officers if I had the time to get there and work out what particular drama would grow. Likely something Dan Brown inspired.