An inhumanly tall, Rather stoic skeleton entered the bar you worked at. He wore a sleek black pin-stripe suite, that had obviously been perfectly tailored, with a red tie and black shiny shoes. He sat at one of the tables in your section, lighting a cigarette. After a while, he waved at you to come over to him. He had been observing the bar beforehand. Sitting down he still had to crane his neck down to look at you.