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"Here's your tea. Do enjoy." She placed the tea in front of the customer with care, bowed and left. She noticed that the customer, a man in his forties, was staring at the newspaper in his hands. An article had caught his attention and she believed that he may have burned a hole into the paper if not for the cup of tea that was served.

"Thank you." He said. After taking a sip of the tea, he dived back into the newspaper.

"You tried the new chorus?"

"Not yet. I'm still trying to change it. The ice-blends here are nice, especially the chocolate one."

Two teenagers came into the cafe. A tall boy with a guitar behind him and beside him was a shorter boy with a black hoodie. Both were in their uniforms.

"Nah. I'll just get some coffee."

The two sat down at a table further inside the cafe, where it was more cooling with the air conditioning.

Her coworker served the two youngsters while she stood at the counter, thinking why is the part timer late for her shift today. The part timer was supposed to check in 15 minutes ago and yet, there was no sign of her. Should she call to see if she's coming today?

"One chocolate ice-blend, one black coffee." Her coworker came to put the order and she started making the beverages.

Serving the two boys, she went on to clean the table where a family had just finish their late lunch and left. The youngest daughter rushing for a language tuition while the elder brother has a game of basketball at the court nearby.

"That one with the guitar looks familiar... You recognize him? I can't seem to remember where I've seen him." Her coworker asked as he cleaned the cups and glasses in the sink.

"Maybe he comes here often?" She guessed. Taking another look, the boy don't look familiar to her at all.

"No... I saw him somewhere else..."

"I don't recall... maybe he looks like someone you know..."

"Hmm... don't know. You need more coffee beans?" He asked as he wiped the cups dry before arranging them back on the shelf.

"Yup. Almost out here. It's on the left side in the storeroom."

"Okay. By the way, where's that part timer? Is she coming?" He realised that the girl was already 30 minutes late.

"Not sure. I'm calling her."