At CC Building in Portland Community College

I read the book, "The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency" last winter. The story is that Precious Ramotswe lives in Botswana, and she decides to start a detective agency in the capital city of Gabarone, Botswana — the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency — to help people sort out the little problems in their lives. She has inherited money from her Daddy, who did well after working in the mines in South Africa (although working the mines also gave him the illness that led to his death). Her Daddy used the money he made from the mines to buy cattle, and these cattle grew fat and left his daughter with a nice little nest egg.

Precious decides that she wants to start a business, and the only business that really appeals to her is becoming a detective. From her childhood, she was encouraged to notice little things, to recognize the importance of detail. She maintains this habit, and it comes in quite handy when she turns her hand to detecting.

I'm a lady detective and I'm in CC building in Portland Community 
College now. My young agent who is a student at PCC asked me to figure out the person who has been stalked for a few weeks. I have some the man's photographs whom she has already given to me and look around the cafeteria. At 9:30 am, there are not many people here, so it is a quite calm. 


When I am looking around, I find a person who sit outside despite the rain. I don't want to sit outside in such a bad day: it is rain and a little chilly, but he looks like happy because he is smiling while he is eating some snacks and listening to music with his earphones. He seems to be satisfied with the weather. As I look at him carefully, he wears only T-shits even though I put on winter jacket. 

Now I can understand his situation. I guess that he might feel a quite warm when he was inside, so he feels better now after sitting outside. In contrast, It is noisy in the kitchen behind the wall where I'm sitting. Some workers are taking with each other loudly and are making sounds like the boom of the cooking appliances for preparing foods. I went to buy a cup of coffee there. When I paid for a cup of coffee to a cashier, "Do you know this guy?", I asked the cashier while showing a picture, she said, "No, I haven't seen him."while looking at it carefully. "Thank you", I said. I have still been in the cafeteria for a while because I didn't have some clues to find him. I suggest that it'll take a few time to get some clues following to the solution. 

I have had a imagine if I were a woman detective. I might be work well because I discover that I'm a person who like to observe people such as their attitudes or behaviors for a while. However, I don't have confidence to wait for someone for whom I'm searching for a long time. So my week point is less patient in my mind.