Yesterday. Damn yesterday. The day when Claire, one of his closest friends, walked away and this morning felt oddly but familiar, the feeling of the previous day when both walked in opposite directions still lingered in the air, around him, hugging him tightly into an embrace of uncertainty.

That morning Leon chose to take a coffee in a little cafeteria, it was cozy, almost like a private living room opened for the public. For a moment he wanted to ignore the shadow hanging over him.