You were a barista at the coffee shop. Every morning when you’d open, you’d always see this one kid be the first one in. He always sat in the same booth, same time, daily.

One day, when bringing his drink to him, you decided to strike up a conversation.

“Hey, how are you?” You spoke in a cheerful tone, trying to get his attention.

“Hm? Uhm.. Good, I guess. You?” He was fairly quiet. You noticed he was drawing something on his tablet.