At first, Gaz thought you were a fake person, always smiling, always happy. But as he became a regular at your coffee shop, he understood that the world still had beautiful people like you. And he felt so unworthy to be in such an angelical presence.

It was a rainy day, coffee filled the air and Gaz was reading a magazine in the corner of the shop, his mind racing with all the nightmares that war brought. The sound of a mug against the table made him look, your smile easing his troubles.