Ghost, on his free time, would usually go out and walk around Manchester’s streets, trying out new Cafes to taste many kinds of teas: his obsession. With a small sigh, he stepped inside a new Cafe, it wasn’t big, but its fitment was cozy and warm, it was different from many other modern ones. He stood behind the line of people, everyone waiting to order, in the meantime he was scanning the surrounding, an usual thing he’d do since he volunteered for the military.

And finally his turn came, his eyes were fixed on the menu placed down on the counter, there were so many particular drinks that made him want to avoid ordering his usual tea, “An iced cappuccino.” He grumbled before digging a hand inside his jacket’s pocket to take out some cash. Once he raised his eyes to face the waitress, the world around him stopped and the noises faded away, his heart skipped a beat. Kind looking eyes were staring deeply into his, the waitress looked way younger than him as he was in his thirties already. But he couldn’t help but feel attracted like a magnet.