He has found the answer

She heads through the door trembly.

There is something about her. It catches his attention straight away. It is a relieved that he is still with his mind. Unlike the days when he had to put in and top up caffeines into his favourite cup for several times. Apparently, the caffeine is not helping him to stay still in front of his desk to finish what he has started.

It is hard to see through the glass when the reflected lights win over his sight. It pains his eyes. He tries to find the right arm of his glass and lifts it up. As if he can make the pain any lesser, and it does, with a little bit of rubs on his right eye and a few pinches on the bridge of his nose.

The traffic is purely at ease that night. He observes the humans of his town crossing the road and passing by the street. There is something about the condition that simply makes him very pleased.

He turns around and grabs his jacket from his chair. He checks out himself on the mirror before he is devoured into the dark after he passes the door.

♠

The bell on the door amuses him, as if he is always welcomed to come over. He sees the familiar eyes on the counter and reaches over. He orders as what has he been ordering for the past few months and tries to find the best seat next to her.

♠

"I live upstairs."

"So you saw me."

"Quite a few times."

"This is my aunt's."

"Oh."

"I saw you too."

"You seems nothing but green."

"I just love green."

"And why is that?"

"It just happens."

♠

For the last time, he splashes the water onto his face and then stares at his reflection on the mirror. The same man, the same figure. For a few seconds, the mirror is accumulated and covered by his breath of sigh. He seems loosen.

It is a different night. He wonders if the caffeine can put him on relax just as how he is in the exact possession right now. The meet was brief. The talk was short. It taught him something, nonetheless. Voluntarily, he is slowly engulfed in his dream.

He has found the answer.