A young male sits at a table by the door on the edge of his seat. His toque is pulled down low and frayed collar pulled up in attempt hide his discomfort. A foot taps nervously. There is no beverage on the table, only his nervous twitching hands.
Moments later, a middle-aged, well dressed man walks in as if his presence mattered little. He hesitates glancing at the barista, then nervously scans each empty table before showing a small, yet cheerful smile with the corner of his mouth. Mere moments pass before he shyly walks over and sits with the young male.
The table between them which is rich in stories of shared coffees and lattes now holds a box in front what seem like strangers.