Argh, so cold, so cold, so cold...cold and dark. At 4 in the morning, what a surprise... Ehh, probably anyone seeing him walking out would think he’s crazy. But he couldn’t really sleep that night...he wasn’t sure who but someone in the dorm was having a hell of a party...he could hear the music as if it was played in his room. And not any music, but the most ear piercing dub-step he heard...he would go crazy if he stayed there.<br/><br/>With him being the loner he was, he had nowhere to go really...except Juan is Dead. Weird name for a coffee shop...but the coffee itself was so good he didn’t care. And it was open almost the entire day, so once he got there, he was greeted with an open door...and no bouncer in sight. Strange...there was always at least on guy watching the doors...<br/><br/>Shrugging, Matthew simply entered, slowly taking of his puffy jacket and other winter wear. Luckily he had a thick enough jacket that rest of his cloths remained dry...though his hair was a bit damp... Sighing, he adjusted his glasses and held on to his stuff, while walking into the main area.<br/><br/>Which at the moment was also empty. He didn’t mind to much, he always preferred smaller crowds...but the fact there was no one else behind the bar was a bit more troubling. He'd probably get some angry stare at him for not waiting for someone to take his jacket to the dressing room, but he wasn’t a really patient guy. Seeing no one is around he would call out "Helllo? Anyone here?" trying not to shout, but to be loud enough for someone to hear.