CreepyPasta OC : Eyecandy[This is a random victim's POV. more in description. Enjoy]
Working nights at a 24-hour cafe, you're getting used to seeing some weird stuff and bizarre people.
Tonight a particular oddball came by, for the forth night in a row.
I started making the cappuccino he asked for the last three time he sat here when he dropped some coins on the table he sat at.
He was always sitting with his back to the cafe and never uttered a word – he'd just point at what he wanted and nodded.
There were his weird clothing, too.
He appeared to be wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt that were way out-seasoned, and they seemed to have sleeves stitched to them, made from random pieces of cloth.
The only article of clothing appropriate for this time of winter was a thick, dark-red scarf with black vertical lines.
But seeing people in unusual clothes was quite normal around here.
What did boggled me was another request he had – the only thing he ever said when ordering his coffee was “can I