There was this thing called love, and it was brought to me by my coffee. It started in one rainy night: I was sitting on one of the benches of a convenience, holding a hot coffee. It was pure silence until he came in, soaked with rain. He seems lost. I make my way to the him and give him my coffee. Unexpectedly after few days he and I met again, with him saying, "Expresso for Angel." Will this be a door opening for happy ending or just heart break?