Last costumer stepping in was also looking like university student of some kind or a smartass atlest. He came pretty late like he always did. Sometimes it looked like he just stopped by to drink his daily dose o overly sugerly fruit tea, somekind of ritual of his. The guy was more a boy then a man, no much older then twenty years.
His face could be called pretty handsome, in some roguish kind of way, with bright blue eyes hiding little sparks of mischief, all topped by nest of annonimously brown hair tied in dozen or more dreadlocks.
He wore usual uniform of his kind. Unzipped green hoodie with comfortable T-shirt under it, old, worn jeans of pale blue colour and pair of painfully white sneakers so bright they shine in dark.. Shirt had wannabe funny caricature of rastafarian smoking a joint with text bubble saying "Why walk, when you can fly?" and Balinsky could tell, that this guy flew a lot. Or atleast his nose could tell from slight scent of cannabis that hang around him.
Altough the guy looked like some one who hardly works most of the time, today he had visage of hard working person and he just tiredly sit on randomly picked chair, dropped his bag of books down like it was the heaviest burden on the Earth and ordered cofee for a change, but he still wanted it so sweet it was almost cocoa.