I give his bit to you now:
Thursday, 8:27am. The Wise Owl Cafe, Walter Library, University of Minnesota, Minneapolis
I like this library. It’s really just a science and law library. Not much in the way of real books. But it does go down into several layers of stacks. And there is a door, marked “Staff Only” that leads to the occult section. Between that and the Rare Books Room, there’s some actual value to this place book wise. But more importantly, it has a cafe. A place for coffee. And for cookies.
Right now, I have both. I’m not eating or drinking though. I’m a little bit in shock.
You see, I sat down to enjoy my cookie and drink my coffee. I was all set to do that. Then this guy sat down across from me. He’s got a little goatee that curls up at the bottom, is wearing glasses that are just a pair of sqaure like lenses connected by wire somehow sitting on his nose, and is wearing a smoking jacket, pajama pants, and slippers. His hands are in fingerless gloves that look both like they are hand knit and like they’ve seen better days.( And now, for the REST of the story )
And no, that's not Reginald's Real Name. :)