aaron liked running in the early mornings. sometimes, when he managed to rise before the sun was fully out and there was just enough light in the sky to guide him through the quieter streets of campus, he could pretend he was the last man on earth. that morning was one of those rare days and he managed to run farther than usual. by the time he was heading back to his dorm at whitmore college he was dripping in sweat. the streets were full of students roaming about to get their days started. aaron stopped by a café, out of breath and with his heart pounding like crazy, paint it black still blasting in his ears. the scent of fresh coffee and hot bread were too much for him to resist and he stepped inside the place, only to witness a small commotion at the cash register. ❝ what the hell is going on? ❞ he mumbled, frowning and half wondering whether he should find another coffee shop.
