There was something about the early morning air. Most people, it was revitalizing; to him, it could be, but with the schedule he kept it did more of the opposite. It was peaceful enough to get him to wind down. That morning had been like most of the others, up early, business all night, then sold fish all morning, then by seven he was always sold out, and smelled a little well-- fishy, and by all accounts it was breakfast time, and he was only waiting for his favorite food truck to set up. Only today, there was a second one too. A normal person might not have interrupted a random person, but Noah had never been normal. “So,” he began as he approached the brunette, “usually I go to Hot Tots, because what’s better than hashbrown waffles?” He questioned, “nothing, but now the lure of something new, I don’t know.”