A 14-year-old kid, with tanned peach skin, medium-length, wavy aburn hair, horrible acne, and lots of freckles entered the cafe. He was short, at five foot 2, and skinny. The kid had no weapons, wore stained blue jeans, a blue sweatshirt, and gray trainers. His eyes were shit brown, and he sat in the booth across from Alpha. He drummed his fingers on the table. "I'm bored," he complained.