It was one of those days where the rain drizzled down relentlessly, streaming down the window panes. It had been like this though for the past week, and coffee shops like Katz were ironically, not getting soaked bypassers streaming to their doors, which meant the people working there had no one to chat to. People like Daneil.<br/><br/>Daneil was your typical coffee shop worker, brown hair with hazel eyes, which at the current moment, had bags big enough to store cheese in. Katz had received no customers for the weekend, and Daneil was suffering from the feeling of isolation, so he had to keep his eyes open so he didn't set the shop ablaze by keeping the doughnuts in the oven too long. Which nearly happened once. So he was continuesly strung up and wired do to him practically pumping himself full of espresso. His hair was bed-raggled due to him sleeping on the counter and he just wanted it to end. So he started staring into space.