One cold afternoon in England the sound of falling rain permeated through the air, a gentleman in a suit sat in a coffee shop having cream tea. He was devouring through the scones, sometimes having them with clotted cream, sometimes having them with jam, and sometimes he mixed both together. He looked like he was waiting for something, for someone maybe. He sat there with his food and after a few minutes someone came in, the other person came in wearing casual clothes, with his umbrella in one arm and his phone in the other.