There it is again!

Keith smiled as he could practically taste the scent. He's on the right track. He continued down the sidewalk. It's late night, but there's plenty of cars. The smell was getting stronger, minus the rain's taint. By the time Keith reached a small cafe at the corner of a block, the smell was so strong he could hardly contain himself.

He's in here, he thought. Now how do I approach?

-

Meanwhile, Lance was being a doofus. He was in line, late at night, ordering some coffee. He had a maths test to study for, and he's procrastinated enough. He ordered his simple usual, and took a seat at the far back.

By the time his coffee was completely demolished, he'd earned himself a dozen papercuts. He hasn't flipped through so many pages in his life! It's exhausting. He took as deep breath and sighed, and called over a waiter.

"Hi, yeah, can I get a bandaid? Er... thirteen bandaids?"

Lance had expected the waiter to look at him with confusion, or at least an amused grin. Instead, the waiter just nodded, and kept glancing back. Lance felt uneasy, and kept an eye on him. He was tall, broad, strongly built, with black hair dyed white at the center, and piercing eyes. He was pale, and assumably a guy. When he came back with a full box of bandaids, and walked away, his eyes were still glued to Lance. Lance shifted in his seat, and decided it was time to study somewhere else--he was growing sick of sitting in the same place for a couple hours anyway, and fresh air would be nice.

Lance grabbed his books and shoved them in his backpack. He thanked the cashier and walked out the door.