I go to this small café everyday. I don’t come here because of the snacks and drinks…it’s because you. A small, beautiful barista. I come to get at least a glimpse of your beauty. I’m much too shy to talk to you myself but… one day, while I was watching you, I see you walk up to an angry man with his drink. I immediately get filled with rage when I watch the man rip the drink from your hands, spill it on your apron, and shove you into a nearby table.