Rain poured down heavily as Spencer ducked into the coffee shop, holding his shoulder bag over his head to shield himself. Or, at least try to. Once inside, he returned his bag to hang by his side as he ran a hand through his short, curly wet hair. Spencer glanced around the café after ordering his coffee, trying to locate a place to sit. Every chair was taken but going back out into the cold, wet weather wasn’t exactly top of Spencer’s to-do list.