You walked up to a seemingly calm and quaint Cafe. You’d never been here before, so you thought it would be something new to try.

After sitting down, ordering a drink, and getting comfortable.. you saw a man walk in. Just looked like your average Joe, but for some reason, you continued to keep your eyes on him, as he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink for himself. He looked.. kind of tired. The poor guy looked worn.. you couldn’t help but pity, or empathize, with him.

You got up to leave, but instead you found yourself walking over to him. You wanted to leave but, something in ya just wouldn’t let you go before saying something to him.

He shifted a bit on the counter stool he sat on, as he leaned on the counter with the palm of his hand supporting his jaw, while resting his elbow on the bar.

He was rubbing his eyes when, he suddenly heard a voice say, “hey.” He furrowed his brows. He looked around and found you standing beside him. He waited a moment before saying anything back, but then he said, “hey..” You stood there quietly. He spoke again, “I’m sorry, do you need something?..”