Coffee shops? No. Maybe movie ticket-taking. The full coffee cup should be evidence. What kind of guy orders a drink on someone else's dime just to stare at it? Speaking of softball, that's a lot of misses at an easy lob, yo.
"I am the beloved commercial break," Jack declared. "Existing only to interrupt that cheerful camaraderie with insistent offers of car insurance, feminine hygiene products, and of course your local politician's endorsed by but not paid for campaign ad."
He whipped out an arm to look at a bare wrist between his cuff and glove.
"Look at the time. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming." That's the real deal. Tennis shoes brace on the floor and push his chair back so that he can stand and then click those heels together smartly. "So long. Farewell. Auf Wiedersehen. Adieu. Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you," he bobbed his mop to each in turn. Of course he didn't skip Shodan.
Because not enough lyrics.
Exit stage left unless otherwise engaged/stopped!