The man was gone when she turned around, and she only saw the front door closing. So now she owes him coffee money, and she doesn’t even know who he is.
Not even his name.
Since that day, the man became a mystery to her. A week passed. Two weeks. But she didn’t see him again until after the third week.
It happened at the same coffee shop, and this time, she was alone. It was after seven in the evening, and she had worked late at the center. Now she was hungry, and since she was too lazy to cook, she settled for coffee and pastry so she could just sleep later.
She was about to pay for her order when someone spoke beside her and placed a medium-sized cup of coffee down.
“Add this to her bill, please and thanks.” The man’s voice was deep, and she recognized him when she turned to look. H
