The stranger was back. He came almost every single day.

You owned a tiny cafe in newyork, you had a few frequent customers, one of them being this stranger with white hair.

Today, instead of leaving as soon as he paid, he stared at you for a second before speaking.

”Ah. Coming here is getting annoying, give me your number, next time i’ll call you to bring coffee straight to me. Your the only one who gets my order right anyways.”