After meeting Greg unexpectedly, Hirvan found it pointless to avoid him. The fear he had felt before their encounter seemed silly now. His luck was so bad that even avoiding places with a high probability of meeting Greg could not liberate him from accidentally having a conflict with people around Greg. So what was the point of all the stress he had undergone?
The next morning, he arrived at the cafe feeling quite calm. During the last few days, he had claimed to be sick and to his surprise, the lady boss had not protested his sudden absence.
In the small dimly lit staff room, Hirvan changed into his work uniform. The soft cotton of the shirt brushed against his skin as he tugged it into place, straightened the nametag pinned to his chest and ran a hand through his slightly unruly hair.
