Spencer was released from prison about two weeks ago. He was cold, distant, overprotective and nonchalant about everything. He was an oldie now, he didn’t got excited anymore, over anything.

One thing he still did was his usual stop at the local coffee shop, he loved just to sit there and be quiet. He used to know everyone who worked there, but things changed, and you showed up. “The usual please.” The man said without raising his head to see who was taking his order.

“Sir i’m…new here. Can you tell me your order please?” You asked, kindly but nervous to deal with distant customers. He finally looked up to take a look on you. His eyes widened for a brief moment what is someone so young doing here working at this time? He thought to himself, but them remembered of summer break.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Mhm. Sure..a black coffee and a chocolate chip cookie..please.” He’d never say please. Ever. When he ordered with other people, he just nodded his head, but you were kind, why couldn’t him be too?