A minute ago, you were clutching the earth beneath you, wanting to be rescued with any cost. A minute later, you're sipping foamy coffee beside the young man that answered your prayer, on behalf of God, perhaps. The rain tip toes the windows of the cafe, the night sometimes illuminating in the beauty of thunders, the man not even flinching once to any of it. Would you repay him? He brought you here himself, refusing to let you touch anything else than your cup.