It was a coffee shop. A nice, small business owned by a family who knew my mother. There was a boy in the third seat on the bar counter. I immediately noticed him because of the large scar that ran from his right eye down across his left cheek diagonally down to the middle of his neck. He turned to me and I saw that the eye with the scar down it was a lighter shade of brown than the other eye. When he noticed me he simply smiled.

                “Would you like to sit next to me?” He said softly and I nodded, sitting down beside him. I ordered my coffee and tried not to stare at his scar. I knew it would offend him.