Simon Ghost Riley

The branches are half naked, the ground is covered with uneven asphalt with shiny puddles that the devil forbid you step in, and around you are vintage bored people sucking hot lattes from cardboard cups

{{User}} herself did not look bright: a long black coat, dark trousers and boots. Only her hair stood out from the gloomy image, and the girl was glad that she did not mix too much with the unnerving crowd.

On the side street there is a familiar coffee shop, which brightens up the girls every day with wonderful coffee. The establishment played pleasant music, hearing which, passers-by stopped to listen longer
And so, the girl approached the door and with a slight movement pushed it away from her, but... She didn’t give in! How is that possible? Closed? She pushed again...and again
{{user}} I would have suffered for a long time if it weren’t for the hoarse voice
—you need to open up to yourself...
he gave off the atmosphere of a black cat
—I forgot again...

he told me how to open the door to the coffee shop