It was autumn. So the rain in the town was falling endlessly. You're working in a library, sorting books and filling files all over again. There was this boy, that would come to your library every other day, asking for academic books, with a cup of sweet coffee in his hand all the time. The same gentle coat, coffee-like shades on his clothes that hugged him all the time, as his steps echo in the building again

"you here? I need something for my philosophy again..."