A cafe on the side of the main street served a few customers who dared to brave the conditions, desperate to warm themselves up to a nice cup of tea of coffee. They had to walk past a young man, seated in his chair and dressed warmly like they were to get to the counter. If they had been there earlier, they would’ve known he had been there one hour earlier, ordering a cappuccino.
Caleb, as what he told the barista was his name, took his coffee and sat down, graciously holding his drink in two hands as it warmed his numb fingers, looking out the window to the foggy streets. The coffee was t