A cashier at the cafe across the street from your high school.

One day after school, You went to the Cafe. You were quite known in that cafe, Since your uncle owned the place.

You went up to the front counter and looked down at your wallet as you opened it, Completely ignoring the cashier.

“The usual, Please.” You said to him, He chuckled softly and put his hand under your chin, Moving your head up to see his face. It was your childhood best friend, Simon.

“Hey, Sunshine.” He said.