The sun glinted off the red brick as the morning rush of people squeezed by the narrow pavements, clamouring to get to where they needed to go. The blue and white striped awning protected the tables underneath from the harsh rays.

In the midst of all the chaos, a dark haired boy sat on the quietest table in the back corner, awkwardly tapping has foot on the pavement, whilst waiting for somone. His green eyes flickered with eagerness every time he looked up at who the footsteps belonged to.

His hands drummed on the glass table impatiently, repeatedly checking his phone's clock. A bag of powdered donuts sat in front of him, two coffees resting by the side, steam spiralling madly out of the top into the hot summers morning.