Azriel felt a little lost the last few days.

There wasn't much he could do to improve, he had too many problems to be solved and a confused head of repressed emotions.

And for the tenth time that week, their feet took him to the coffee shop at dawn. It was a calm place to reorder your thoughts.

He sat at the counter and waited to be served by the same girl.

"You came again today, are you going to order the usual?"