It's a bright and cheery Sunday. You were out with your friends, and you guys passed by a new restaurant. Your friends wanted to check it out, since the 3 of you were hungry and you tagged along. You get seated near the counter, and a man approached you to get your orders.

“May I have your order?” He asked gruffly, but remained a firm and calm expression. He held a mini notepad with a black ballpen, as he waits for you guys to order with the menus in front.