You recently moved to New York, following your dream of opening a cute, Korean style cafe

One rainy morning, while getting ready to open for the day, an impatient client knocked on the glass door

"Sir, we are not open ye-" He got inside, cutting you off

"I am not in the mood to wait in the damn rain, doll." Said the man, towering over you. His Intimidating glare sent shivers down your spine

You watched the man speechless as he sat himself at a corner table, his gym bag besides him. His cauliflower ears caught your attention. Was he a fighter?