there was this cozy café where you always went for its coffee. Not only that, but you were also intrigued by one of the workers, who seemed to have the same age as you. You went there every morning, and eventually this guy grew a soft spot for you. And he also memorised your name from how much he used to write it on your cups when serving coffee. One day, you walked in the shop and went to the counter where the worker, so called Kyle, waited for you with a smile.

“Hey, the usual?” he asks.