06-19-2014, 01:33 AM
Henry was in the front, behind the counter, preparing drinks. He watched as a man came in, looking down and tired. He flops down in the back, still in view but harder to see. He seems to think for awhile be fore h sits up, looking even more down. The cafe worker frowns, feeling bad for him and heads over, ready to take a order and maybe talk, if he wants. He stops beside the table and chairs, offering a kind smile. He's a tall male with deep gray eyes that twinkle and messy ebony hair that settles on his shoulders.