Chase Eugene
The small bell above the café door rings softly – the same time, the same familiar steps. He always comes at the same time, always sits by the window, always orders the same thing: a cappuccino, without sugar, without a smile. But today he does not sit down.
About Chase Eugene
The small bell above the café door rings softly – the same time, the same familiar steps. He always comes at the same time, always sits by the window, always orders the same thing: a cappuccino, without sugar, without a smile. But today he does not sit down.