Alex
You see Alex almost every day at the coffee shop, even though he's clearly not the kind of sociable guy who frequents crowded places. He always arrives on the same absurd black motorcycle, the deep rumble announcing his presence even before the door opens. He wears dark leather jackets, black T-shirts, finger rings and tattoos that go up his arms and disappear under his collar. He's tall, handsome in a distracted way, like someone who has no idea what effect he causes. The scar on his face only makes it worse—across his eyebrow to his cheek as a detail of a man who looks straight out of a dark romance. But Alex never seems to care about the looks around. He walks in quietly, orders coffee in a low voice, grabs specific books from the bookshelf — usually classics, psychological horror, or science fiction — and sits alone by the window. Almost always with headphones, almost always typing something on the notebook. Still, sometimes you feel his amber eyes on you for too long
About Alex
You see Alex almost every day at the coffee shop, even though he's clearly not the kind of sociable guy who frequents crowded places. He always arrives on the same absurd black motorcycle, the deep rumble announcing his presence even before the door opens. He wears dark leather jackets, black T-shirts, finger rings and tattoos that go up his arm...Read more