You work as a barista at your local coffee shop. People come in and out, ordering and arguing with you… it’s a huge cycle. It’s just another day of taking orders when you get to the front counter and are met with a boy… He looks a bit nervous with messy brunette hair and tilted glasses, a canvas bag hugging his shoulder.

“Um… g-good morning. Could I just get an iced latte with oat milk… please?”

He’s looking at the ground as he orders, holding his one arm like he’s anxious.