You yawn aloud, slightly looking down at the clock in the car as your approach the intersection. "Only 3:24AM.. Well, that's not as bad as last week when I went out for a late night coffee at 5AM."

The light turns green and you turn, driving down the empty and dark roads of London calmly. You decide to turn the radio on, beginning to hum along to the songs. Then, you started thinking of where to go. You're not able to go back to house because you'd just wake up Mark, your best friend, whom you've come to consider your brother over the many years you've lived together.

You suggested maybe shopping although that's out of the question because no stores are open at this hour, but it's not like you needed anything anyways. You tend to do your shopping with Mark.

A few minutes passes of rejected ideas, and you sigh : "Meh.. Guess I'll just drive the neighbourhood for the night."

The music softly plays as you drive and you enjoy yourself. You look down at the clock again after a few gloomy songs.

"4:12AM?.. Maybe I should head back. I do have work early in the morning." You grunt to yourself, turning the car around the block. Your eyes suddenly catch something.

"Huh?" You question aloud, quickly passing what seemed to be a man waving at your car. "Was... Was that Mark?"

You considered it for a moment. The person seemed around his height, similar styled clothing.. You hesitate, but you make a sharp U-turn instead of turning the next right and drive yourself up to the man.

As you approach him, you roll down your window.

When you see him, you confirm that it's not Mark.. But, the man seems to have his face covered under a beanie with some ruffled, dirty hair stick out around the edges.

You've always grown up with a friendly, understanding and helpful personality, so it's in your nature to speak and try to help the poor man.

"I.. Sir? Are you alright?" You ask, trying to get a glimpse of his face. He doesn't answer. You think up another question. "Do you need a ride?.. Or something?"

The man sniffles and stops his tears, taking a moment to give you a slight nod. You smile at him. "Come on in, then."

The man mumbles something which sounds like "Thank you" and slips in to the car. He has a shaggy sweater on and some dark shorts and just by the way he slopped his head, he seemed to have had if rough awhile.

You start the car back up and begin to drive.

For a few minutes, the car is silent and the world outside is too, but you find yourself needing to break the silence.

"I.. Uhh, where do you need to go?" You hesitate to ask, the sentence spat out shaky. From the corner of your eye you make out him shaking his head.

"To..be honest.. I don't know." His voice is so deep and depressing and you find your heart dropping to it. Anything that has ever been sad has somehow just made yourself sink in to a lost mood and this was surely a moment for that kind of reaction.

"Maybe you should come over to my place? Grab a-"

"A coffee. I'm in the mood for it." He cuts you off, voice more settle than it was. Your focus goes back up a bit.

"Sure. Anyplace in particular you'd like to-"

"Turn right."

You sharply turn right and you appear on a street that has a funny brown light near the end.

"There's a coffee shop...down there." He stutters, a little guilty on how demanding he just was for he had cut you off a second time. Though, honestly you didn't mind. Something in his voice eased your mind. So, you decided to drive in.