It's a cloudy day and the cold wind ruffles the leaves of the trees, causing stray leaflets to roll down the street, sticking to pedestrians and parked cars. With a sigh, you rest your chin in your hands, leaning over the bakery counter. On days like this, customers rarely show up, as they are indoors in the comfort of the covers, which is all I wanted to be doing too.

The environment, despite being cozy, warm and bright, is boring and you are yawning for perhaps the fifth time in less than two minutes when you stop with your hand halfway, widening your eyes in surprise at the shaking and noise outside. The door started to shake and on the sidewalk, there was a tall, muscular boy holding it. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he ripped the door open and walked in, looking at you with innocent yellow eyes, embarrassed by his appearance.

Sorry, I forgot whether I had to pull or push. I can fix it.