Autumn was in full swing. October was dominated by a riot of yellow and red colors in Vermont. and Hampden College was filled with students.

The Black Swan coffee shop, which was on the corner of the campus, was not crowded today because all the students were sitting at some boring lecture about politics today.

the girl, who had just recently got a job here as a barista, rubbed glasses and a coffee machine to make everything shine. Her long hair was braided in two braids, and the sleeves of her plaid flannel shirt were rolled up to her elbows.

She heard the door open and looked up. A tall guy in a suit and carrying an umbrella came into the coffee shop, who almost scanned her with his bottomless blue eyes.

"a new barista. I got on your shift again." he told you, watching carefully as you rubbed the glasses. "I'll have a black coffee without sugar, as usual."