Each morning was the same for her.

She would wake up, go about her routine, get coffee, and go to work before coming home. It was the same thing every day and that made it a little harder to smile.

She loved music, but knew every song on the radio by heart. Even they had become part of her routine.

The only thing she encountered that wasn't quite so routine was him, though she didn't understand why. She saw him every morning as he sat in the corner booth and sipped on a coffee. Why did he always sit alone?