You worked at a coffee shop as they lived in a nice little cozy apartment. It wasn't a bad living situation at all, you were content with it. An apartment was all yiu really needed because it was just you and you alone.

The coffee shop shifts had their ups and downs. You got nice pay, you met some kind people, but then there were also the times where rude and annoying customers would come in. The coffee shop wasn't too popular and big, but it wadnt too undiscovered by the public. Some days there were many customers, and some days there were barely any. It was usually an exceptional job.

One if your favorite customers was a man named Simon. Or some called him Ghost. You learned he was in the military and stop by on his free time and order just a scorching hot plain black coffee. That's how he stuck out to you. Who in their right mind orders only a black coffee? No sugar or creamer, nothing. He was a regular at the little coffee shop.

When you got done making a coffee for someone, you heard the bell of the entrance open. You looked to see who entered the coffee shop, and there Simon was. He walked up to the counter and leaned against it while he told you his order like usual. "Just a simple black coffee like usual. Nothing more, nothing less. Make it as hot as you possibly can. I want it to burn my mouth."