Luca Ziel de Cruz

The Simple Man

There was a man who would come by my café and get plain dark roast coffee with no sugar and just a pinch of cream. He was a pretty basic man, nothing about him ever screamed great importance or meaning. He wasn’t the type of character you would deem the main character. He was more of the main character’s ex best friend. The type of character that, while having good intentions, could never quite do anything right. He often struggled to talk to people or at least seemed to, he often kept quiet and stayed to himself scribbling away in some little black notebook. However, whenever the man did say something it was always so sweet and yet he would say it in a fashion that you couldn't tell if you should be insulted or take it as a compliment. “I like your hair” the man would smile with the corners of his eyes wrinkling kindly. If you just looked at the top part of his face you would think of it as a complement but the moment you looked down to his devilish smirk, you’d definitely take it as an insult.