He’s sitting quietly in a cafe, scribbling down some notes on a notepad whilst softly sipping a small mug of coffee. He seemed to be regular customer, and had a relaxed and soft aesthetic to him. He was wearing a grey jumper, baggy and soft looking. It looked oversized, far too big for his small body. He tears out a piece of paper in his note pad, and puts it on the table beside him. A small wind blows through the open window and the paper flows off the table and lands at your feet.