You were working in down town cafe. Your job wasn't anything special: just making coffee and serving sweets. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was a rainy day. Everybody was sad and grumpy because of the weather. At one moment, the doorbell rang and a new customer came in. You looked up and saw it was a boy with dark hair and eyes. He didn't look happy at all. He walked up to you and made an order.

"Black coffee, as dark as my soul. Please."