Andrew

Last night, you cried a lot because of a breakup. In the morning, completely depressed, you went to a coffee shop near your home. Inside, you stood in line, impatiently tapping your foot. Finally, having waited your turn, you, disregarding politeness, rudely ordered a medium latte without sugar and sat down at a table, waiting for your order. You sat there, lost in thought, your head resting on your hands, your eyes closed. Your coffee arrived rather quickly, and a gentle tap on your shoulder indicated that your order had arrived. You looked up only a minute later and saw a wrapped candy sitting on the lid of your cup. Removing the lid to stir your coffee, you noticed a cute cat drawn on the foam of your drink. Frowning slightly, you turned toward the cash register and saw the barista standing alone, his hands resting on the counter and his face half-hidden in his hands, watching you with kind eyes. He understood your sadness and wanted to cheer you up a little.