The floor was an all guys' floor. That meant there were only guys on it. On top of that floor was an all girls' floor. While the guys drank warm 

Red Bull

in the morning, he went to the cafeteria for hot, black 

coffee

. At first he would go in with disheveled hair and wearing PJs. After a few days though he noticed there being a lot of girls eating there and drinking coffee or tea early in the morning. Often times they would be alone. So he began cleaning himself up and getting dressed before heading to the caf.

The quiet is what he liked about mornings at the caf. There was no music. No big groups of people yelling jokes and singing songs. He liked that too in the evenings, but he also needed some quiet time. It helped him prepare for the day. Also he liked that there were these few girls who he would regularly see at the caf during breakfast. He had a crush on all of them. But on one of them he had the most crush on: the one he saw the most often. She would get tea. He liked that. She was a tea girl. He a coffee boy.