Reading, or am I?

The cafe was always quiet on a Saturday morning, Ruby was the first one there in the morning. She had yet to be home since yesterday and a coffee seemed just right. Tiredly she grabbed a coffee at the counter and sat at a side table. 'There has got to be a better way of finding this guy then just one foot.' She thought to herself opening the lid on her coffee and pored in two sugars. 'There is no better way, he doesn't leave a paper trail.' She sighed and pulled out a book from the inner pocket of her trench coat. opening the book on a random page of the book she head read a hundred time, she sat there quietly sipping her coffee.