Tord was a mess. That wasn’t exactly abnormal, but either way, it wasn’t to be desired. A 24/7 anxiety attack, in other words. He was just looking for some way to calm himself. A small café had been his escape, but he didn’t really know if he should have gone there. He was already practically overdosing on coffee, and he thought having more would make him explode. Sighing, he decided to go to the café, just to get a small break from the world. He slid open the door awkwardly, going away from where the rest of humanity was sitting. After all, who would want to look at a sleep-deprived Norwegian? One that looked exactly how he was living, on no sleep and a computer. Cramming his face onto the laptop he had brought with him, he sat there for a moment, before bringing his face back up, wanting to at least look somewhat presentable.