Charlie 25 year old single Café owner.

Charlie’s alarm woke him at 5:30.

“Urgh, I hate this stupid job” Charlie muttered to himself, as he rolled out of bed hitting the alarm. He took a quick shower that failed to wake him, before heading down stairs to his Café. Charlie began setting the place up hoping the coffee would do its thing pretty quickly, he unlocked the doors and opened up then went out back to start cooking the sausages and other foods that people liked for breakfast. The door chime went off and Charlie greeted Steve, an elderly gentleman that is always first in for his morning coffee and paper read, at the halfway point of his walk. As always the other regulars came and went and Charlie finally got a chance to sit down and sip another coffee around 10am. Steph the post lady popped in for her mid morning coffee while dropping Charlie’s mail off. Steph was a mid to late 40’s blonde, her active job and lifestyle meant she’d kept her stunning figure. Charlie mulled over the letters, before watching Steph's round tight bum walk out the front door.

“Bill, Bill, Bill. Fucking Thomas. You sold this place years ago, when you gonna change your address?” Charlie mumbled as I looked through the overdue bills. Charlie was busy but people didn’t spend a lot so he wouldn’t always make enough to cover all of the bills. Charlie felt Thomas’s letter as something was inside it, Thomas had never been back for any of his mail and curiosity got the better of him this time. Opening the envelope he found a letter and a black marker with a white tip. Charlie read the letter to himself multiple times while still serving people, just trying to understand it or debate if it was real.