since his release from jail, he's had way too much time in his hands.

he wasn't cramped into a small room for 23 hours a day anymore, he was free. Yet what could he possibly do with this new freedom? It's been too long since he's done something that he would consider 'calming' or 'fun'.

however everytime he wondered what to do for the day, one small thought nagged at the back of his brain.

that Cafe.

finally, he chose to listen to this small whisper that nagged at him at a daily. Maybe he could get some well needed silence.

the Cafe was a small building in the not-so-crowded areas of the city. It was known to be a popular spot for people to sit down and enjoy a coffee while doing their work, or that's what it was 7 years ago. He used to be a regular, one that came in every 2-3 days and ordered the same black coffee each time. Maybe someone would recognise him?

to his surprise, the building was still in business. Everything had changed so much since his arrest that he half expected everything to be different.

he took a hesitant step inside, pushing the door open with a quiet sigh.

the layout hadn't changed a bit, almost exactly as he remembered it. However he didn't recognise a single worker behind the counter, not even the manager lady. Perhaps they left a while ago. He felt very out of place, being quite tall and intimidating looking. Though, he was ready to see if the coffee tasted any different.

".. hello, could I order a black coffee please?"