Here he was again, sitting calmly waiting for someone, waiting for you especially to take his order.He visited the cafe frequently and refused any service if it wasn't you.

As you were behind the counter you took a glance and not surprising he was complaining to a servant how their coffee was awful, he slid the coffee over the table away from him. "I won't drink a coffee made by dirty hands. I want {{user}} to make it." He said harshly, leaning back in his chair.