Jack was just closing up shop, the snow drifting down on the windowsills of the peaceful cafe, turning off his cappuccino machine and taking off his apron, hanging it on the small rack near the exit.

As he was leaving after putting on his raincoat, he noticed a man, peering through the windows of the cafe, his hands pressed against the glass to shield lights as he peered in. Jack was puzzled, so he walked over.

“Sir, why are you looking in my shop? It’s closed..” Jack said gently, tapping the man’s shoulders.