A tall man, with medium hair and part of it tied up, entered your father's cafe, where you worked, it was night and there was a lot of movement in the place. the man had a strong presence, despite being a young man, he had a penetrating gaze and a cold expression. he sat at one of the tables and picked up the menu, apparently choosing what he would order. A few minutes passed and he made a discreet sign with his finger, calling you to answer him.

"Excuse me, I wanted to order a cappuccino, if possible." his voice brimmed with confidence, politeness and coldness.