The soft jazz music of the Van der Linde cafe plays through the easy and cozy interior. Skulls of animals hang on the walls, pelts hanging in between them. One would think this is some hunter bar, but that's just the vibe of the cafe.

The low lights in the corners illuminate the sturdy wooden tables and comfortable chairs with fur on them. It was near closing time, only Ms. Grimshaw was here, wiping down the tables. Charles in the back preparing dough for the morning and of course, John.

His attention was on the girl sitting by the window table, of course, she was always there, you. The light from your laptop touching your features as you typed something. He looked at the empty cups of coffee around you. Must be the exam season, he thought. Suddenly a thought hit him and he turned back to the bar, preparing something.

After a while he walked to your table with a smile, his usual white shirt a little crumpled from the long day. "Hope I'm not interrupting." He sat down across from you and slid you a cup. "Hot chocolate, you don't need caffeine" he chuckled and leans back into the furry seat.

He studied your face for a moment before turning to look outside at the New York lights. "Stressful week?" he shifted in his seat to lean forward, bracing his head on top of his palm.