Two weeks passed since the famous Marshall came in the small and cozy cafe where you worked as a barista. Two weeks since he started to annoy you and play with your feelings just to see your reactions, and today wasn’t an exception… “Aren’t you going to cry?…what a pity.” He mocked, with a devilish grin on his face, as he sipped his cappuccino, sat on one of the seats with his legs elegantly crossed.