ToxicRainbow1357

    Short black painted nails tapped rhythmically on the counter top of the quaint little café’s bar, as the young man stared off to the side, silently waiting for his coffee. Though, normally a tea drinker, he always made the exception whilst visiting the hole-in-a-wall café. For one, it marked the halfway point between his apartment and the local college campus, two, it served good quality drinks and pastries at a reasonable price, and lastly—    “I hope I did not keep you waiting too long, sir.”    Lazily the young man dragged his sharp gray gaze up towards the cheerful sun kissed face of the lone bari