There's something to be said about a quiet morning spent drawing. Hassel is finding that these moments are few and far between lately. He sets his pencil down to pause and take a sip from his tea, peering out the window at the passerby going about their mornings.

The bells at the entrance to the coffee shop ring and he looks from the corner of his eye to see who it is. It's a familiar face that he's seen here many a time before. Hassel smiles and slightly waves at you.