[center][h2][color=0054a6]Roland Atenal[/color][/h2]
Current location: Mochavine Café[/center][hr]
[color=0054a6]"God..."[/color]

It's finally done. 

The final line of code for the security program. A completely new and more effective one. Hopefully this would be able to block any more hackers from sending malwares into the government's website. Still, Roland was worried, not because of the efficiency of the program, but because he was going to hand the program to someone less experienced to use. And usually, those who didn't have much knowledge about it ended up messing everything up. He had to make sure that his works, his achievements had to be used to its fullest. And so he spent another few hours working on a separate instruction and sent it along with the program using email. After all of that, he was free, at least for the next few days.

It wasn't exactly the job for this young analyst in the government's department of cyber security. In definition, his job was to analyze data that had relations to cyberspaces to track down criminals, mostly in this city, and so on. But due to the nature of not just the city but the entire country, having low crime rates, life was just...too easy. And so he was tasked with jobs like this. It indeed was interesting at first, but his work was a one-man job, so having to sit countless hours behind the desk really numbed his senses. 

Roland glanced at the clock. It was Sunday, and the day was still long. Perhaps he should quit locking himself inside and go out at least once. 

He began packing his stuff, including his laptop and charger, in case of any sudden work call, into his bag, and went outside. He had no specific interests for now, so he just wandered and wandered for somewhere, something that managed to catch his interest. Half an hour later, when he couldn't walk any further, he decided to stop at a café nearby.

[color=0054a6]"Mochavine Café..."[/color]

Perhaps a cup of coffee would be nice.

Roland opened the door and quickly took a seat, placing the bag full of computer equipment down next to his chair. It appeared that he wasn't the only one there, but there was one more. A young, yet older than him, woman with long dark blue hair, on her table was a laptop. The cyber analyst couldn't help but cast a few glances at her while he was waiting for the waiter or waitress to come and take his orders. Still, it would be rude to look at her for too long, so as soon as one of the waitresses arrived at his table, he quickly took his eyes off her and ordered his drink. 

A cup of black coffee. Simple is always better...