Frank preferred cream in his coffee than milk, and he preferred milk in it than nothing at all.

He also liked to put a piece of dark chocolate in his coffee since it changed the taste into a softer bittersweet one.

It was kind of a habit he had, but sadly not every cafés and coffee shops had that option, so Frank usually had some dark chocolate in his pockets wherever he went.

Of course, Frank had once liked his coffee just plain black and straight from the pot, but for a few months ago he had started to change every single habit without realizing it himself.

A thing he didn't change though, was his favourite café.

Frank didn't like to change things if he wasn't forced to and went he as far as  calling himself a man of habit. Besides he'd always had a soft spot for small, yet warm cafés which felt as if a little piece of home every time one stepped inside. The term 'loyal customer' existed for a reason after all.

Frank adored the term loyal customer, it made him seem trustworthy and special in a way. He had been one at the cute book-café people would normally just walk past, until his girlfriend- well ex-girlfriend had started to work there.

She seemed to be everywhere Frank usually went nowadays and it made him feel naked.

Karma wasn't a bitch, it just made sure you got a dose of well-deserved distress and discomfort. Frank knew he deserved everything heading his way.

After that nerve-stirring event by seeing his ex-girlfriend being the cashier, Frank practically fled out of the former comfy book-café, walking as fast he could down an unknown street farthest away from café.

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Even though it was just the end of September, it had started to get very cold and the wind had taken a form of icy knife blades, finding its way through clothes and making your nose along with your earlobes numb. Burying his face further down in his warm and comfy scarf, Frank shuddered a bit when the icy wind blew past him once again. At least it gave him a reason to wear his scarf without people questioning it.

He had never been down these streets and with a good reason too. Every house and building in this part of town seemed to have a never fading shadows cast over them and they were probably much older than the other buildings in the small town. Frank felt the skin on his back crawl as he slowly walked down the empty street, only hearing his own footsteps on the paving stones.

He started to walk faster, feeling his heart and breath speed up along with the rhythm of his footsteps. All of it felt oddly familiar, like one of those cliché Halloween horror movies, except the lack of pumpkins and ravens in dead naked trees.

Frank calmed down a bit when he saw lights in a slightly inviting café or store in the end of the street hidden in the shadows. He was cold, slightly panicked and in a desperate need of something warm to drink for his itching throat, so Frank ignored the crawling feeling, the fading paint and the dirty windows, and walked into the kind of welcoming café, not noticing a pair of eyes watching him with curiosity from the inside.

I really suck at ending chapters, so I hope it isn't too confusing.

Anyways I haven't got so much inspiration for this fic lately, so I don't know next time I'll update this. Hopefully not too long

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