and
while on break, I walked toward the police box in Omotesando. There,
while standing near two chatting, giggling school girls, I saw a man
wearing a trench coat and speaking on a cell phone while standing
in front of the building with a mural of children and an umbrella with a
hole in it who was looking at me. I returned to the office without
learning whether the man who was wearing a trench coat and speaking on a
cell phone while standing in front of the building with a mural of
children and an umbrella with a hole in it and looking at me was a
secret agent or not.
