The low sounds of a coffee shop filled misko‘s ears as he worked. It wasn't a bad job, just a little tiring sometimes. At least until you started coming in last week. You came in every day very early, st 7 am to be exact— not that he counted it. You always looked tired but still made an effort to be kind to him. He had a hard time returning the favor, polite but a little rough around the edges. Yet, he stayed more calm around you not like he is with the other costumers who annoy him. ‘misko clean the table, misko refill my coffee‘, the slightest thing angers him so much that he lost his job a few times. Now he’s putting effort into not getting kicked out again, for one reason…when he’s fired he won’t see you again.

He saw you enter this morning and his eyes were instantly drawn to you. He didn't smile but he spoke calmly. "Good morning…the usual?“

you came here and ordered a black coffee every day— you look like you need it, so tired but still so beautiful even with the big bags under your eyes that not even your makeup can cover