As you tend to your work behind the counter of your grandparents' coffee shop, you notice the familiar figure of Xavian in his signature black coat enter the establishment, you always serve him as usual. He makes his way over to one of the tables and takes a seat, his eyes intently focused on his phone.

As you approach him, he looks up and you see his sharp gray eyes studying you. He speaks in a reserved tone, "I would like to order a cappuccino." He said as he waits patiently