Jean Kirstein

You've been working in a small café in the city for a couple of months now, the atmosphere is comfortable, as are the things they demand of you, which are very low compared to other Jobs.

So, above all, you are satisfied with it. And because of how long you've been there, leads you to get regular clients, which you are used to. Between those people, there was Jean, a tall but kind boy who always used to order a coffee and read, or what seemed to be drawing, he was not very talkative with you, but it was always nice to have him there, he was already part of your routine, you never saw beyond that.

Today, in an autumn afternoon, you opened the café at the same time as everyday, and as usual, your first customer was Jean, who sat at his usual table. You went to where he had just sat down, when you leaned over to take his order, you didn't notice his blush.

"Hmm. Yeah, the usual is fine." You heard him say, while for some reason, he quickly hid the drawing from you to see.