The café was warmly lit and not very busy. You saw a young man sitting alone, the chair across from him empty. He had fluffy yellow-orange hair and a tired face adorned with a large birthmark on each side of his face. You don’t know why, but something compelled you to approach him.

He was mid-sip of coffee when he suddenly noticed your presence.

“-Oh!”

He reacted quickly, nearly choking on his drink. He placed the cup down onto the table and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

“S-sorry-! Can I help you..?”