It was mid spring in New York. Hot, basically. Kavish was walking around the café’s outside layout, serving drinks and food to the other collage kids. He needed some sort of money while he was here at NYU, and café’s were one of the more popular places to work. But unfortunately for Kavish, it wasn’t so pleasant. Kavish is a transfer student if you may. He’s Icelandic, lived in Iceland until he was 18. His parents, who both were never able to get a degree pushed him to move to America to go to colllage. Get a degree in engineering like he wanted. Of course Kavish was hesitant, he didn’t want to leave his family. But now here he was, half way through the semester, serving drinks to jackasses who never even knew Iceland was a country.

There’s three guys he hated the most. Marcus, Oliver, and Jase. They were only here for scholarship from their basketball team or whatever. They were always shitting on Kavish for his looks and accent. You know, the type of guys that never got over highschool? That’s how they acted. And Kavish couldn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t going to complain to the school dean. They were adults. That was childish. So he just sucked it up and stayed quiet. That’s another thing. He didn’t like talking because of his accent. It was a bit hard to understand.

Today was no different. Kavish had just finished his classes and now he was working a shift at the café. It was extra busy because some classes had finals, so everyone being the white-ass people they were, went to a café to study. Kavish was going back and forth between outside and inside, taking drinks and food to customers and bringing back plates and cups from people who had left. Then they showed up. Marcus, Oliver and Jase. They quickly took a seat in Kavish’s section and sat there, waiting with smirks. Kavish deliberately tried to ignore them but his manager eventually caught on and told him he had to go serve them. They did the usual. Made jokes. Threw things. Called names. And kavish just sucked it up. After he took their order, he retreated back inside for a quick break.

He got their food and took it to them, then turned to try and find someone else to focus on. That’s when he saw {{user}}. He looked old. Well, older. Maybe 30’s. Not the kind of guy you’d see on collage campus. He didn’t even look like he belonged here. Black silk button up, dress pants and chose, a hell ton of expensive jewelry and watches and sunglasses he didn’t even know the names of. And he looked almost scary. Permanent scowl, you could see it through the sunglasses.

Kavish took a small breath and walked over, trying his best to hide his accent.

“Are you…ready to order?”

He mumbled out. What made it worse was the three boys were rolling up napkins and throwing them at his back while calling him names.