it was a cold november, you sat in a coffee shop, sipping a tea, reading. it was around about 9AM. you looked around the coffee shop, it was covered in plants and vinals and the colour green. it smelt of lovely Pastries. A tall male in uniform who looked pissed off walks to the barista, he orders a tea and sits down at a table alone. you can’t help but think he looks pretty. he notices your staring and glares at you, he didn’t seem nice at fucking all. he goes back to his tea and takes off his hat. he looks tired and fed up