You slowly enter the Coffeepot, looking around and seeing various of teenagers chatting, gossiping, laughing and drinking some liquid, which only hardly, but still resembles coffee. Each of the teenagers is unique, bright colors of clothes of some of them hurt your eyes and you happen to be lost in all this variety of visuals and sounds. Suddenly, you hear a boy in a wheelchair calling you

– Hey, babe! Are you looking for someone?

He grins at you with his wide signature smile