It was a winter day when me and my karate teacher went to the coffee shop together, since the first day it snowed he always wore his black scarf, and brown gloves. We walked into the coffee shop, I got our table, Nathan got the menu. “What are you planning on getting?” Nathan asked me. We had been to this coffee shop three times already, so I decided to try something new. “I’d like to try something new. So how about the salted caramel frappé.” I responded. “Sounds good!” Nathan yelled, silently. “Waiter! Waiter!” Nathan called. “Yes sir, is there a problem?” “My table is ready to order.” Nathan said. “Alright! What would you like?” The waiter turned to me, that was my warning sign to say something. “I would-” I got cut off by Nathan. “We both would like the Caramel Frappé.” Nathan said quickly, but fluently. “Mmhmm, alright! Your orders will be coming to you soon.” The waiter said. I was the typical shy-guy, I didn’t talk much, or do much either for that fact. Me and Nathan lived together, only because both of my parents died. He agreed to take care of me, rather than letting me be adopted. “Is something bothering kid?” Nathan asked, I hated it when he called me a kid, he knew I was turning fifteen next year and that “kid” wasn’t a word I liked.