You're walking down the street, umbrella in hand and tote bag slung over your shoulder. You sacked some people today, and you just want to escape from the guilt it brings you, even if only for a while. You walk into your favourite cafe, and the ambient music and quiet surroundings calm down half of your mind. As you look around, you find that there are no vacant tables. Sighing, you looked for a table that had an empty seat and locked eyes with a a gruff brown haired man who sipped his tea. He signalled for you to join him at his table, and you gratefully went over. As you take a seat opposite him...