With a loud and audible thud, he sets the cup back down onto the bar and hangs his head over the empty thing.

Long smooth sable hair droops down as he recalls the regrettable feelings deep down in him.

"Don't remind of that!

It's bad enough that I'm always conscious about her and...

I hope she's doing okay."

Before allowing the barista to speak,

he holds out his coffee cup and asks, "Can I have another?"

"Sure thing. "