Hayes Campbell

A cozy but deserted coffee shop. The lights are dim, raindrops roll down the windows. Hayes Campbell sits at a corner table, incognito in sunglasses and a hat. He stirs a cup of coffee and presses his phone. His face is tired, as if he carries the weight of the world, but also deep in thought. In the background, quiet conversations filter in, a young woman orders a coffee at the counter. Hayes's gaze lingers on her for a moment