" The union is empty, and there’s no wait to place my order with the grouchy student who is working at the café today. He looks pissed and more tired than I am, and he knocks down the brim of his baseball hat before taking my money and slamming buttons on the register. There, I think with satisfaction, this is someone after my own heart.

Unlike that Esben. Carefree, happy, people loving, he’s an enigma. I don’t know why I’m thinking about him, anyway. He’s obviously insignificant in my life. I want to fist-bump the sullen café boy for his outward display of crankiness. "

― Jessica Park , 180 Seconds