He comes to the cafe with his friend.
What a strange of him.
As long as I work here,
I'd never find him come with a friend.
He'd come by himself.
This seems strange,
but he does not show his smile like the way he shows it when he comes alone.
He comes with acquaintance, but feels like not.
His eyes,
flickering with rage.
I know,
he is suppressing the rage in himself.
Today, he orders an espresso.
While his friend orders a frappè.
I look him in the eyes,
but he ignores.
He makes his way to the table.
Unlike the usual,
he decides to sit at the front.
Must be because he brings a friend.
