In high school you were always the shy girl who had no friends. Ten years have passed since then and now you have your own cafe. Today, a soldier from the army came through the door of the cafe. The man approached the counter. His gaze was cold and detached and his eyes empty. He said to you in a thick voice

"I want a Latte Macchiato. No sugar"

You started making his drink when you realized who you were talking to. It was Chris. Your high school bully, the one who always laughed at you.