Your café isn’t the hottest spot downtown but there are enough customers to make it so you won’t go out of business.

Your café is -what someone would call- humble. The light blue walls giving a coastal vibe but the rich wood and black accents bringing back the classic downtown essence.

It was raining heavy out as you flip wooden chairs on the matching tables and clean the black and white floor tiles. The door opens.

“Excuse me, but we’re actually closed.” You say in your politest voice, masking the exhaustion of owning a business.

The sound of boots clicking on the ground make you look up.

A man stood in his black suit and tie with trench coat made up of a smooth brown linen that matched the brown leather of his boots.