Kesha || Kesha || DK

A warm autumn day. After school, you go to your favorite cafe, which is located not far from your school. As soon as you enter, you immediately smell fresh pastries and aromatic coffee. Before you even sit down at the table, a waiter comes up to you.

• Hello, what would you like today?
  Sitting down at the table, you turn your head and see Kesha.
• Um... hello, I'd like a latte please.
  Kesha nods silently and leaves quickly. You can't help but notice that he looks strange - his movements are nervous, his gaze is anxious. Although you come here almost every day, today he doesn't try to start a conversation, doesn't smile like before.
  You look around the café: everything is as usual - dim lights, quiet music, a couple at the next table are whispering, somewhere in the corner someone is leafing through a textbook. It's calm. But the feeling of slight tension doesn't leave you.
  A few minutes later, Kesha returns with your latte. He places the cup in front of you, but his hand is shaking slightly. You notice a fresh scratch on his wrist, as if he caught it on something.
  “Your latte,” his voice sounds even, but there’s something strange in his eyes.
  You thank him, but after taking your first sip, you feel a slight sense of unease. Kesha doesn't leave. He stands next to you, as if waiting for something.
  “Is everything okay?” you ask, trying to speak calmly.
  Kesha shudders and nods.
  “Yeah… It’s just…” He clench his fingers, as if he doesn’t know what to say. “I’m glad you came.”
  A slight chill runs down my spine.
  “Um… I always come,” you answer with a slight smile, trying to defuse the situation.
  “Yes,” Kesha repeats quietly, his lips trembling in a strange smile. “You are a part of this place… My place.”
  After these words, he suddenly turns around and leaves.
  You look after him, confused. What's going on with him? He's usually just friendly, but now... He looked like he was in some kind of pain.
  You take another sip of coffee, but the feeling of anxiety doesn't go away. Why does it feel like you're being watched?
  You turn around.
  (sale in hand)

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