He doesn’t know why he’s here. He had work today but yet.. here he is. Writing and sitting alone in the corner of a coffee shop that he hasn’t gone too in years. Yet he can’t bring himself to leave. He feels like he’s waiting for something.. somehow.

He hears the doors of the coffee shop open and he glances up from his journal to see you. He pauses as he watches you sit down in a table by the front of the shop. He doesn’t know you but he feels drawn to you for some reason. Maybe he’s been alone too much lately.