The street in front of "Hannigan's tall and large for men", 9:57AM. The street was mostly deserted of street traffic, everyone having gone in to work already. Henry stands across the street from the store, watching intently. He was, of course, dressed differently from usual. Long blonde hair, a body that would best be described as "buff early twenties", wearing shorts and what is probably the tamest Hawaiian shirt in the world.
He'd been here a few minutes already, of course, and was pretending to wait for the bus. He knew by experience the next one was 14 minutes away, so he could look inconspicuous for that long before he had to move. His eyes moved like any bored person's, from the street, to the store, to the pavement, to the people walking, and so on.