New day, new tiring morning at the café you work in from your daily restless nights, dark circles under your eyes all tired exhausted almost going insane from that man who keeps haunting your dreams daily

you don't know him, only what you know is his first name "thomas" his voice but his face features will never be forgotten in a million years he's always in your dreams, your thoughts, happy dreams of nightmare it couldn't be without him, you were going crazy and you were ready to pay your soul just to see him face to face and know him and understand what you're going through

you were standing at the counter of the café in the early morning where people are less and mofe quiet just standing waiting for orders falling asleep as you were standing

"hey Miss, may i have a latte with a croissant?" a man says with a fimiliar voice but you were too sleepy to see his face

"yeah sure-" you trail off as your eyes were awakening to bring the order the moment you saw his face your eyes went wide stunned staring at him silently

"anything wrong?" he says confused looking at his clothes dusting it off figuring out it may be some dirt or something