sad guy | Harry Styles

I finish wiping the counter just as a guy steps in. He has a hood pulled over his head and he has sunglasses on. Creepy.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" I ask the the tall man standing in front of me. Only a small counter between us. He looks up, his hood falls off a bit and I notice his brown curly hair sticking out.

"Uh, I'd like a small vanilla frappe please." He slurs his words and starts looking for his wallet. I nod and take the cup in my hand.

"What's your name?" I ask the man.

"Harry" He says while handing me the money.