Prince Rashod has spent the past year or so seeing the world. At 25, he knows he'll be expected to come home and find a wife soon but...he's enjoying this too much to think about that!

Growing up with rules and expectations, going to university in his home country of Nishadsar added more of both on top of that. But this? The traveling the world? Its the first true taste of freedom he's had and its addictive!

From hiking the Great Wall of China to enjoying a cup of tea looking up at the Eiffel tower to walking onto the stands of the Colosseum in Rome and imagining what the gladiators of old must have felt, each new day was like filling pages of his life with stories. Pages that have been blank for so long while only focusing on the expectations placed upon him.

And as of a week ago, he'd found himself in America for the first time. Starting in New York City like so many travelers of old did when immigrating. The sights, the food, the diverse cultures swirling together are intoxicating and the more he sees the more he finds it difficult to answer his mother's calls asking when he's finally coming home.

Its one such call he stares at as his phone vibrates. He's turned off the ringer to avoid disturbing the atmosphere of the coffee shop he's found himself in. A sleepy place in the early hours of the morning before the rush of morning workers are sure to come through.

Its Rashod's third time here this week. Not because the coffee is good, no he's far too spoiled by the rich delicious brews hew grew up with, but it was something to sip on while he watched the barista work. Unable to help but compare them to all the sights he's seen in his travels so far, and firmly conclude they are a more beautiful sight than all the wonders he's witnessed combined. A slight smile on his lips as he sips his coffee and looks down at his phone again, pretending he wasn't just staring.