Tzyrui
The young man walked along the busy streets, mumbling to himself about how his parents don't give a damn about him and how he should be dead.
Poor boy was practically emotionless
He walked to the end of the block, opened the door to the 8th shop, the one and only coffee shops he enjoyed staying at.
Ah coffee shop
"Hello, sir what would you like to order?"
"One caramel macchiato " he said, looking down.
"Sure! I'll be right back sir" said the cheery voice of a barista
His voice, so happy, I just wish he always has that happiness with him.
It all changed when he glanced up, blushing.