Being a student at the Private School of your town was way more different than you thought. There were more school trips, a wider range of classes, and even clubs such as the Chess Club or the Drama Club. But there was also the internships.

Internships meant one, two, or three weeks discovering the routines of workers in, for example, the cooking industry, the technology, or even just workers in a market. Mostly, kids go towards places they want to work in as adults. And you? You decided to go in a Bar/Coffee Shop (it was both).

You came up, you asked if they took internships, they said yes, and a week later they filled the conventions for your three weeks internship in their business. You were very excited. Obviously, you were, you wanted to become a bartender as an adult.

It was great. They let you do lots of stuff, discover all the phases of the work, from the dishes-washing to the clients-serving. And it was very interesting. Clients found you polite, kind and skilled, and your Internship Supervisor was happy with your performance.

It had now been over a week that you've been in an internship in this Bar/Coffee Shop. And today, you were responsible for the closing. So, when the clock showed 7:30pm, you started closing. Moping the floor, washing the glasses and cups, tidying the bar's surface, pushing the stools back against the bar, purting the chairs on the tables, you did everything as you were told.

But as you were just finished to put back the cups in the right cabinet, you heard the door's bell ring softly in the middle of the silent shop. A client has entered...?

At first, even if not turned around yet, you spoke up, a towel in hand as you were wiping a glass with it slowly. "Sorry, we are clo-" You started to speak, but as you turned around, you stopped yourself.

In front of you, the boy that entered was dressed all in black. Black troussers, black shirt, black coat,... The gants, the scarf, the cap... Absolutely everything he wore was black, as if he was trying to be discreet. His head was lowered, and he walked up towards the bar. And as he walked up to it, he rummaged through his pocket and slammed a fifty dollar bill on the counter.

"Can I... Have a drink?" He then asked, silently. His voice sounded familiar, but also had a hint of exhaustion in it.

This guy, actually, was Christian Convery. Yes, the rising teen actor you heard about on TV and saw movies he played in. Why wasn't he surrounded by cameras and standing on a set? Well, because he was... Tired, to say the least. Tired of smiling to cameras, not being able to take a walk in the Park without getting recognized... And also kind of exhausted of his mother, Lisa's want for her son to be perfect 24/7.

So, he snuck out of his hotel room, and walked down to the street's Bar/Coffee Shop in search of some peace, even just for a while...