Richview

The air was crisp and slightly chilled this morning. Not an unusual morning in the little town of Richview by any accounts. The normal 'morning rush' had already began in the center of town, as people walked back and forth to work, to school, to the store - where ever they had to be that morning.

The Street Side Cafe, a small coffee shop, sits just down main street. Despite the large influx of people moving about the town, no one seemed to be moving in or out of the small shop, just a few people sit inside. The Barista thumbed through his news paper, leaning against the counter as a look of boredom overcomes his face. An elderly couple sit in the back corner, the old man looking out the window at the passers by, the old woman reading over her paperback novel. Some young, would be novelist, typing away on her computer as she works on her latest inspiration - and sitting at a table in the middle of the room is David Smith. His head down, a hand placed on the back of his neck, and a coffee in his hand. His head hurt - then again, after how much he had drank the night before, he would be more worried if it hadn't.

Taking a long, slow sip from his coffee - David knew he had over done it, but it wasn't like it was his usual night out. It had been his 'moving in' party, he had the right to drink... then again he probably should have stopped once his new neighbors had left for the evening. His dark brown hair remained uncombed, he still hadn't even looked in a mirror today let alone attend to any grooming habits.

The ring of the stores front door bell would pull his attention as he looked up to see a couple walk in together. Both seemed rather distraught - the woman having clearly been crying recently, and while he couldn't be sure the mans eyes didn't look untouched either. The two walk up to the counter, the woman handing the barista a flyer.

" Could you please hang this up... I-Its a missing poster of our son... We haven't been able to find him in three days and the police aren't doing anything about it. " Says the woman, trying to hold back any new tears. " Please.. he's only fifteen, we have to find him! " The barista nodded, taking the flyer only to hang it up on a pin board behind the counter along with several other 'missing persons' flyers - all ranging over the past year.

David hadn't noticed the board before now, it wasn't something he would expect to find in such a small town, but he was still really new to town, so he wasn't really sure WHAT to expect just yet.