Annoyed....exhausted...irritable... That was the only way to describe Rowan in his current state. He groaned when he rolled out of bed that morning, his head pounding. In the past three day’s he had gotten four hours of sleep. So, he had no choice except to live off of cold brew coffee with two extra shots of espresso no milk or sugar; And the moment he saw the line through the cafe door, he wanted to his annoyance stated to bubble up again. But he needed coffee, so he stood in that stupid line, listening to people order fancy frappe’s and extra chai mocha latte’s or whatever. “God these people...” he stated, not realizing he wasn’t talking under his breath.










