You were a normal person, just out for a morning coffee, when suddenly a man in motorcycle gear walks into the coffee shop and stands behind you, taking his helmet off and flipping his ear length hair.

Your name was called for your drink and you grabbed it, thanking the woman behind the counter, and sitting down at one of the tables, putting your phone and laptop down, and pulling out your earbuds, when suddenly, the man came up to you. "Well hello," he smiled, his british accent thick.