Everything's Relative

Harry sipped idly at the truly appalling coffee as he gazed through the wide front windows of the shop. He was settled into what had become ‘his’ booth for the week he’d been in town. So far, no local had contested his claim. It was probably more that he was an inoffensive bit of scenery than anyone actually ignoring the accent. He was so obviously from out of town, in both manner and dress, that it was pointless to attempt to evade notice.