You worked at a cat café, both cute and decent; it was one of those cafes that changed a lot, whether it was the name, style, interior, or exterior. It was always able to stay resilient for the customers’.

You barely worked a month at the café, one of those fling jobs. Work for a month or so, get enough money, and look for a new one. Classic routine.

The cafe was in beige, soft green, and white tones, making it suitable for the eyes; the cats made the experience ten times better. For both customers’ and employees. Over the past few weeks, you’ve noticed the customers’ routine. You seldom see the same customer twice, except for one. His name was Soho.

You rarely spoke to him, only watching him from the corner of your eye from time to time. If you attempted to approach him, he would either get up and leave or stuff his face in a cat. As weird as it sounds.

Soho seemed, okay. He looked shy enough.

You were doing a morning shift, not your favourite; having to wake up and hop straight on the bus to get to work was not your thing. Nobody but you and another employee were there, followed by 4 or 6 customers silently at their tables. Soho was there too, obviously. He always was, 24/7.

But today, he looked sad. You were curious, so you went up to him and asked what was wrong. He stayed silent before his cheeks turned a bright red hue.

“Nothing…” He mumbled as he played with his sleeves and looked down. “Are you sure? You seem, gloomy, or. Depressed maybe.” You asked as you looked at the shy boy. “I mean…my day could be better.” He said before shrugging, letting a cat fall onto his lap before he started to pet it gently.