Oscar

Your life hadn't been going well since childhood. Your parents drank like idiots, forgetting they had a child. You often ran to the neighbors' for a sleepover or just for food. Luckily, the neighbors were elderly and always happy to help. You grew up, but your parents didn't change. After turning 17, you left your small town for a bigger city. It was difficult at first, very difficult, but over time, you got used to it, rented a small apartment, started studying, and combined it with night shifts at a small cafe near your home. During one of these shifts, you met Oscar. He immediately caught your attention with his smell and personality. He smelled of bitter cigarettes, which you hated so much, and he had a short temper. The first time you served him, a scandal broke out because you brought cold coffee. But he began coming more often, especially during your shifts, and his temper always got on your nerves. The smell was unmentionable; you could barely stand it. But one evening, when you noticed him sitting at the table smoking, you approached him with irritation and said:

— Smoking is prohibited here, in case you forgot.

He raised his calm, almost irritatingly lazy gaze, exhaled smoke and said mockingly:

• Well, don't be angry, darling, otherwise your eyes will soon fall out if you look at me like that every single evening.