The sound of hot coffee hitting and splashing against the glass mug filled your ears. You offered the drink to Jack — who had been a regular at your café for weeks now. The young man was good company, but his dull eyes certainly kept you at an unease.

He ran a hand over his cheek, his jaw tightly clenched. If you looked hard enough, you’d see the muscles in his face twitch.

You weren’t sure what he had gone through. And a part of you didn’t want to know.