"Hey..."

"Hello! Welcome to Calescent Cafe. What would you like today..?"

That dude came in today.

"A caffe latte,"

"Anything else?"

"No thanks."

So I went and made his order. I poured the milk over the coffee, and then tilted the cup. Taking a toothpick, I drew leaves on the white milk, and then I wiped the rim with a cloth.

His vice sounded a bit hoarse, but the kind of hoarse when you're sick or just in a cocoon, because there seems to be so much potential when I can see the butterfly. He was wearing sunglasses inside my cafe. Maybe he had eye problems, or needed to protect them, but rather, I believe he's trying to protect his identity... Whatever; weirdos are everywhere. I usually like to communicate with my customers, but something tell me that this guy is going to be more trouble than delight.

"Here you go, have a nice day." And then I smiled at him.

He slightly nodded and proceeded to walk to an empty two-person table.

I thought he was going to leave, but I guess not.

Today is the first of October, 2012. The guy who has been standing, leaning, outside of my cafe finally decided to come in. What was outside? Only my small speakers that softly played the same music that was being played inside. He wore a grey hoodie, just a regular, grey hoodie. It looked warm though, with the fluff, and the color of heather in a field, shone on by sunlight. And yet I look outside the sky is still a cold, frigid grey. So I stay inside, quietly peeking at the dude. I stayed by the counter, after wiping it time after time. I softly rested my arms, and my chin on top of my arms, on the top section of the counter. It was granite, and the whole thing looked like a hotel reception desk. He just sat there, looking in front of him, or occasionally he would look to the left, outside of my murky window panes, and took sips of his latte from time to time, like everybody else.