He'd been having the same weird dream for days now. Not consecutive days mind you, but reoccurring dreams were rare enough to begin with that Alex's attention was drawn to the details of the landscape he'd find himself in after he'd gone to bed and closed his eyes.
The image that lingered in his mind was that of a cafe, with wooden floors and the gentle smell of coffee permeating through the air. Whether or not he was truly here or not in this cafe may have been an extraneous, unnecessary detail, because for the time being it seemed to only make sense that he, Alex, ought to order a cup of his favorite beverage— coffee.
Now, once again, he was outside the exterior of the cafe, opening the door to a familiar setting. Only this time, there were a few faces he did not recognize.
"Erm, hello," he tried, somewhat unsure of himself. "I'll just be, um. Over here."
Smooth Alex, smooth. There was no reason for him to greet some random strangers in a cafe, yet the words left his mouth before he could do anything about it.
He settled down at a table near the far wall in order to not draw attention to himself, pulling his should bag onto the table so he could easily slip out a textbook. No need to worry about talking to anyone as long as he was preoccupied, right? And in a few moments, he'd go and get coffee.
In other words, a solid plan.