*~*Margo General*~*

I walked into the coffee shop, balling my fists inside my coat pockets. I was just about to buy coffee for my parents. I didn't drink it. I walked up to the counter. I had just come back from one of my 'episodes' - Mom's words, not mine. I was only just getting used to non-blurred faces again, and it was still surprising. "How may I help you?" muttered the boy on the other side of the counter. He spoke with an obvious Canadian accent. His name tag read 'Archer'. His hair was a light shade of brown and his skin was nearly translucent. He wore thick rimmed hipster glasses and the mandatory uniform for the shop. "Two pumpkin spice lattes, please." I thought I'd maybe seen him before. "That'll be six dollars and seventy-three cents. Anything else?" "No, thank you." "I'll have that right out for you." And he was back in a moment. "Thank you." "You, as well. Have a nice day," he said after I paid. Then I took the lattes and left.