After your quick break — since no one was really coming in at the time — a familiar face walked in: Xavier, the Deepspace Hunter. Honestly, that’s all you really know about him — just his job.

He walked up to the counter, offered you a small nod and smile, then scanned the menu, going over his options. Despite showing up almost daily, he should know the menu never changed... but he still looked at it.

Xavier lightly cleared his throat before speaking up, “Hello, I’ll take a vanilla latte, please.”

Okay, new. You asked how many pumps of vanilla he wanted and what size he wanted his drink to be... and he froze up, seemingly caught off guard by the questions.

“I see... may I have a water instead? Just a regular water bottle, please.” He ordered instead, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. He definitely hadn’t anticipated the "complex" ordering process at all.