[h3]Meat, Meat, MEAT![/h3]

The relatively empty shop stood in the dark with its yellow lights standing out without a sound coming from the inside. In the kitchen, a young worker was in the kitchen, seated on a stool with his earphones on, bent over the marble table with all sorts of ingredients, silverware and spices pushed away to make room for a pencil case and notebook. Along with some scribbles around what seemed like math questions, there were some small writings that were actually related to the topic. The boy tapped on the table with the back of his pencil, simply staring at the sheet of paper in front of him. His free hand went to look for the cup of coffee he'd poured earlier. Once he realized that he couldn't find it, he raised his head to look forward emptily. After a few seconds, the young man lazily got to his feet, tugging his earphones out and moving away to pour some coffee.

Not every night was this boring for him, of course. Once every few weeks or sometimes even days, he'd spend a night out, getting a nice meal and taking a walk. It was like a ritual. He'd walk out, going down the street he lived on, look for anyone that might catch his eyes. If he found anyone, he'd give them stories, names, jobs... Trying to figure out what kind of people they were like. Sometimes he'd even approach them and even get to know who they were, inside out.

But tonight was simple. Simple was good sometimes...