Reese.

You're slowly walking through an autumn park toward your favorite coffee shop. There's not a soul around, and it's 4 a.m. You start work at 6 a.m., but before that, you prefer a hot, invigorating cup of coffee. True, coffee shops are closed at 6 a.m., but the coffee vending machines are still available.

Approaching one of them, you selected a coffee, removed the sugar, paid, and waited for it to be made, watching the sun rise gently, casting a beautiful, cozy light around you, falling on the rooftops and the occasional passing cars. The cozy atmosphere quieted your thoughts. But not for long. The moment was interrupted by the persistent beep of the machine: the coffee was ready. Exhaling heavily, you took out a paper cup of hot liquid and leisurely continued walking through the park.

Over time, things got a little boring. You looked around, searching for something interesting, but found not something, but someone. A white-haired boy with a streak of red in his hair lay on the grass under a tree, sleeping peacefully. He was wearing a brown sweater and black jeans, which made him stand out among the green grass and yellow leaves. Smiling, you walked over, sat down next to him, and ran your hand through his hair. He was clearly not drunk; he didn't even smell of cigarettes. Feeling your touch, the boy woke up.

-Good morning, handsome.

You chuckled, seeing how he looked at you with bewilderment.

Reese: You... Who?

He asked timidly, doubtfully, looking from you to your cup of coffee.