[h2][color=FF8000]Miller Anderson[/color][/h2]

[b]December 26th
Sitting inside starbucks[/b]

Sitting on the starbucks seat, almost as if he was lying down on the table himelf was non other than Miller himself. Yawning lethargically with the first ray of light hitting his face, he just snapped his away from the penetrating lights. Lifting himself out of his seat, he stretches lazily and got up. Rubbing his eyes he got his wallet out and rifling through out he managed to find a 10$ bill in it. Eyes still half closed he stumbles his way to the counter, seeing his friend on the counter mutter something about him still being sleepy.

Just waving him off and placing the 10$ on the counter, [color=FF8000]"Just get me something that'll wake me up."[/color] he said to the counter with another yawn and began stumbling back into his table with a bit of stares but never really caring. Arriving back at his den, he sat back down and laid on the table again.