the sun shined bright in the morning snow, inside the warm cafe sat Kafka, earbuds in ear book in hand.
he patiently waited for his morning coffee while reading his book, and soon enough the waiter arrives with his order.
"your coffee, sir" the waiter said, Kafka responded "yes, please".
while placing the cup on the table his eyes gazed upon the book, he exclaimed with joy "a song of steel! no way".
suddenly a slight smile came on Kafka's calm face, he gently pulled the chord of his earbuds and calmly spoke "yes, it's my favorite".
"awesome me too" the waiter responded his face was filled with joy "lets talk about the writing" he said while seating himself in front of Kafka.
Kafka while closing the book with one finger said "don't you have other customers to server".
"the cafe is usually empty at this time" the waiter said "besides the other waiter can mage customers better".
suddenly a loud voice filled the silence of the cafe "YOU BETTER NOT BE SLACKING AGAIN CAMLIN".
"I take it you must be Camlen", Kafka stated while maintaining his calmness, it was as if the calmness never left his face.
"I am sorry its just that Nanoa is my favorite character" Camlen starts to rise up with a smile.
suddenly, Kafka slam the table and shouts "NANOA, THAT COWARD, YOU CANT MEAN IT" in just a second the calmness of his face disappeared in the flames of anger.
"there is no need to shout, you know" Camlen said with an embarrassed and confused look.
"you are right" kafka calmed himself and sat down "but, you must be joking he left the battle field he ran away".
"i take it Arnet is your favouret character" Camlen responded.
"Yes, he stood tall, he died tall covered in the blood of his enemies" Kalka responded with a proud smile.
"and, where did he die"
"in the battle field" Kalka was puzzled
"fighting a battle that was never his to begain with" he responded in a joyful and confident tone
the moment between the two became silent, soon kafka broke the slilence and spoke "he fought because he wanted to, he fought valiantly he died valiantly".
"NO! he did what the world forced him to do, he had dreams too he could have followed them if he wanted to but, this.. this path he did not chose he never had a real choice, he was just going with the flow, that what war turned him into a mindless animal that could only cling to the orders given to him".
the aroma became silent Kalka wanted to say show much but, his lips had betrayed him, sealed shut. he could only stair in horror as his resolve about the only character he realed to had been shaken to its core
"I am sorry, shouldnot had said that.., i apologise" as Camlen was about to get up Kalka finally spoke the chains bounding his thoughts had disappeare as he spoke
"and what make Nanoa such a great entity to escape you heavenly judgement huh?"
"Camlen sat down once again and said i don't know its just that he does what he thinks is right for him he looses and learns he refuses and earns".
"maybe that's why its called a sing of steel", Camlen spoke with a voice as soft as cotton ,"steel has many songs to sing one dares to venture outside of forge, to become a everlasting
needle, other scares to be a sword, singing songs written in blood, until it rusts and dies upon his masters thrust".
suddenly a smile managed to slip past his annoyed face, Kafka looked down, "yes, you are right, maybe I was just hoping to find some thing relatable to myself but it was not relatability to boldness or honor but rater to being enchained"
"I am sorry i didn't mean to --".
"there is no need, we have different perspective, i saw your it didn't align with mine I burst out, i apologize for that sort of behaviour"
the calmness never left his voice.
Camlen felt a different sort of calmness just hearing his thoughts.
"your coffee has became cold!" let me get another one
"there is no need"
"NO,NO IT WOULD BE ON THE HOSUE"
"its okay i must leave for my meeting, see you later" Kafka rose "how musch for the coffee".
"friends eat free" Camlen responded
Kafka smiled once again and left
"what are you doing, still standing there camlen, just why cant you be as responsible as your brother" the shop owner shouted.
"calm down pops".
"who was that anyways" as his voice calmed
"A friend"
A WINDOW TO ESCAPE REALTY, A WINDOW TO ENJOY REALITY--JAI KUMAR
THE END