||Lucas||
The next day at MoodSpresso.
Lucas didn't have any delivery to do right now. He helped to clean the backyard of the cafe. The clock showed a quarter to seven in the evening, fifteen minutes before his shift ended.
The snow was not thick but, Lucas decided to clean the yard as soon as possible. With a black winter jacket covering his body together with a pair of gloves, he shoveled the snow on the ground.
Lucas silently channeled his frustration with every movement of him pushing the shovel in and out of the snow. Gritting his teeth hard, his entire face flushed red with beads of sweat formed on his temple and forehead.
As how his mother ordered, Lucas returned to his parents' house after work last yesterday evening. He was actually reluctant but, he didn't have the heart and energy when his mother kept calling him while crying, saying he no longer had the family in his mind.
