He always comes to the cafe at 10 o'clock.
Whether to drink a coffee or two.
Or to try the latest cake.
He'd sit at the farthest corner of the cafe.
He'd stared at the window,
or read a book.
I thought he'd be the happiest man i knew in this life.
But in his eyes,
twinkling some sparks,
not the gentle but the fierce one.
