What should he label the most annoying thing about that morning? There were a few things he could list: waking up late, the humid filled heat, the mass amount of people, his normal morning café closed due to being robbed the night before – they were all aggravating in more than one way, and Saïx supposed the only good thing was that he did not have class until late that night. The only damper he had on his plans for the day was going further into the city to get his morning coffee. He had been tempted to just go back to his apartment without it but – he was a man of routine and knew that if he did not have his little caffeine fix he was going to be a monster by the time noon rolled around.
People on the streets seemed to part as Saïx walked by, a great many of them giving him rather curious, or frightening looks. Was he really that intimidating just from his scar? It was something he could ignore, specifically since he did not care. He had heard enough insults to last him a life time and having move like this made it easier for him to hurry through the streets. As he reached the coffee shop, he held the door open for someone making their way out. Immediately he was slapped with AC, making him reach up to wipe the sweat he had not realized had formed. He reached back and tucked away some hair, trying to fix the pony tail as he got into the small line. His gaze flickered, seeing its layout typical to coffee shops. What threw him off, was the familiar head of black behind the counter. A sigh left his lips, but his features remained neutral.