Coffee. More milk than coffee, three sugar packets, and a chocolate chip cookie. He had remembered your oder, the man from the coffee shop.

Every other morning when he didn't have work, he'd go to a local coffee shop. You were usually always there, sipping on your coffee, eating your cookie, or speaking with the familiar waitress.

He came into the coffee shop, the bell jingling. It was a warm summer day. He sat down almost next to you, a seat distancing you from him. He ordered his usual coffe