A beginning of a new story that's in the works

Me, balls need!!! Ugh! A tall hideous looking man in a deep almost beastly voice repeats.

    Ben Matisse hears this as he opens the door to the coffee shop. He looks down at the address he wrote on a piece of scrap paper along with Doctor Remme note and sees so much oddity.

    “Fred! Not now we are in the blind being side, the man in a seventies looking polyester suit says in a soft and unemotional voice. He seems extremely short, standing next to monstrous man.

   Ben slowly approaches the coffee counter as one of the female baristas looks at him in a stare that felt like it went right through him. A weird feeling comes over him.

  “No I need balls now!! The tall man grumbles.

    A young lady in a dark gray trench coat with dark curly hair and petite body, bumps Ben’s right side as she hastily goes to the two men at the coffee pick-up counter.

   “Dad, why did you bring Fred here?” the young lady asks in a parental way. While she puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out a hand sized ball and hands it to the tall one.

  “Ball, nice! Ugh you thank Tyra!” Fred grabs the ball gently but quickly with his huge hand and quickly brings the ball to his cheek and caresses his right cheek with it.

  Ben stares at this.

  “May I help you?” a barista asks Ben.

   “I’ll take a large regular dark roast,” Ben replies while watching the gigantic man hold the ball like a lost puppy.

     The lights in the coffee flickered briefly as a rumble occurred. Only Ben noticed it seemed. In the corner of his eye he sees a figure to have just appeared. A figure in a leather long coat weathered and the hat that was just as the jacket with some repaired rips in the top. The man didn’t look up just walked smoothly towards the counter. The three baristas did stop what they were doing for a moment, the large man and the man and the young woman also took notice. The large man covered the ball to his chest and held tight. The man’s focus was on the group while Ben in the middle of where the man was walking. Ben moves to get out the way trying to squeeze out of the way in between the back of two chairs with other patrons sitting at opposite tables. He wasn’t quick enough the man stops, looks up he raises his hands and starts to removes his gloves. Ben notices the man’s face with some deep wrinkles and two scars on the left side of his cheek. He rubs his chin with gentleness as he looks over Ben. The polyester suit man squeezes between the tall man and the small lady. He gets to Ben and while stumbling a little he gets his composer while the man in the hat looks Ben over and Ben tried to politely look the other way.