[b]Ring.[/b] The bell above the door to the coffee shop rang as it opened. Alex, twenty-one years old was taller than he was when he was fifteen. Six years and reaching adulthood would do that to you. His chin was covered in a short but scruffy stubble, his hair also short but messy, a bedhead look as if he hadn't brushed it in a few days, however, it was clean and washed. He removed his motorcycle helmet, black with a tinted visor and held it under his right arm, slipping the keys he had in his right hand into his jacket pocket. It was a similar black jacket he had worn to when he was fifteen except in a larger size. He was also wearing a dark black cargo trousers and black boots. It was the general attire he wore while riding his bike, especially out on his day job as a package courier.

"Hey Alex! How are ya?" A chirpy barrista asked as she was preparing a cup of coffee for a lady with curled hair wearing jeans and a blouse.

"Hey Jess." He replied leaving his helmet down on the window table that was his usual spot.

"What can I get for ya?" She asked.

"Um... Just a black coffee, please."

"Sure thing, hun." The barrista replied turning her head with a wink. Alex smiled awkwardly, the woman had always made him slightly uncomfortable although he knew she meant well. Alex sat, looking down at his hands as he put them on the table, intertwining his fingers. He sighed before rubbing his brow with one hand.