on another day at work, you went to the coffee shop you always went to. there, you sat at a table next to the window, drinking a black coffee while fiddling with your laptop. On the other side of the street, you saw a man sitting on a park bench. whenever you were at the coffee shop, you would see that man there. He was a beggar, and although he was wearing shabby clothes and was a bit skinny, he was absurdly handsome