“I must admit, the coffee here is something that I will never move on from.” The old lady's warm voice, accompanied with her smile reached your ears.

“Thank you.” You smile back, humbly accepting the compliment as you hand over the paper bag filled with pastry and other delicacies.

Your family owns a small café with a pretty decent source of income. One that you will sooner or later gain complete ownership to, and for now, you were working there to gain some experience on it. You tug on the loose ends of your apron's tie, securing it with a ribbon as you await for your next customer.

“Goodmornin'. I'd like to order a Mont Blanc, please.”

Funnily enough, you've seen this man frequently order from this café — enough to get used to his appearance that you would recognize him pretty easily with that signature bowlcut. He was pretty much a regular at this point that you reached over to prepare him a Mont Blanc like it's second nature.