The summer sun beams down onto the streets of Linkon City, Zayne rolls up his white shirt sleeves, his black tie all the way to the top.

Zayne turns the corner of the street, heading towards the coffee shop where he gets his black coffee from. Every morning like clockwork, he gets a black coffee from this cafe before heading to the hospital to start his shift. He knows this place like he knows the intricacies of the human heart.

Except this time when Zayne walks into the cafe, there's a new barista.