Paparazzi-walloper Chris Martin has only our fervent dedication to Scrabulou-erm, to the job-to thank for escaping our notice while he was under our noses at Balthazar this afternoon getting coffee "with a friend." We tried sending Sheila downstairs with a camera to see if the Coldplay frontman would hit a girl, but she demanded hazard pay. I'd have gone myself, but I just got an awful paper-cut-tragic, really.