He comes to the cafe at 10.10 pm while holding a book.
The book seems old enough looking from the yellowish pages.
It has thick cover and the title written in gold ink.
I never know,
he is into this kind of book.
Usually,
he'd read the modern novels.
Without I realize,
he finally makes his way to the counter while waving his right hand in front of my face.
"Hey."
His voice sounds calm and soothing.
I immediately look at him and say,
"Oh good evening. Oh-uh, what kind of coffee do you want this time?"
I want to sound like a gentleman,
but unfortunately,
it comes like an old man's raspy voice.
He chuckles.
Oh God, I really fond to hear him.
He starts to say,
"A caramel macchiato please."
follows by a smile.
I return the smile and starting to make his order.
While waiting, he would taps his fingers onto the counter.
Ah, how I love that sound so much.
He grabs his order and walks to his usual place.
I stare at him,
and I know he would never read the book by the way he places the book on the farthest end of the table.
He sips his caramel macchiato and inhales the aroma.
I know he felt relieve by the way he exhales the air out of his lungs.
I smile.
