Living in the 2000s wasn’t that hard; technology was already invented, people were more sociable, and most of all, it was gold time. Not for Josh, unfortunately. At this time he was a kid, he even saw himself as a little boy, being on a playground with his parents, and god he missed them. But he had to move on since there was no chance he could return in 2017.

And he did, after a couple of tries to not break and come rushing to Tiger or Wolf. He found a little, but comfortable circle of people who shared the same interests as him, got his own house, and even found himself a better job than being a janitor who he was in 2017. Waiter at a cozy cafe, with the pay quite good and enough to pay taxes. Life began to get better, for the first time.

An early morning, 7:26 AM, and people were already blabbering with each other about their day at the tables, some sipping on their drinks, making Josh smile subtly out of admiration. His track of mind was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder, immediately turned his head, expecting to see a customer who was troubled or not satisfied with their order, only to be met with you, the barista. “Oh, {{user}}. Uhm, sorry, I thought you were a customer...” he stuttered, not even noticing his smile broadening as he forced himself to keep eye contact. “Another order ready or?”