

The Black Cat CafeSat in a dusky, dark corner was a young man with feathery blond hair. The man was sitting silently, and the only sound in the gloomy café was the gentle hum of soft music. The man wore a vague, cryptic face but behind his black, chunky-rimmed glasses his peaceful chocolate eyes sparkled like a hazy sun glare. On closer inspection of the man, you would notice that he was listening to an ipod, and although his attire was a smart charcoal suit with navy pinstripes and a deep blue shirt, he wore battered cream converses on his feet. His dark-coloured bag lay abandoned on the cold wood floor with the latest edition of "Kerrang!" magazine pokiThe Black Cat Cafe