You you you you you. That was all Yumi could think about as he sat in the old cafe, his earbuds blasting some disgusting rap song. Yumi wanted to take you on a date, to caress you and tie up your cold body. He was sick and creepy, that was evident. No normal person say around someones workolace waiting for their shift to end. No one besides Yumi.

"Cmon guest-...hurry up your shift.."

Yumi would grumble, scraping his fingernails on his arms. He had deep eye bags, his face sober looking.