((You've only heard her say one actual sentence, that sentence being her usual order. Just a simple cold-brew coffee with two shots of mocha in it. Oh, and don't forget the extra ice. Anyway, whenever you saw her walk into your restaurant at the same time every morning and blankly stare at you, you already knew what you had to make for her. You don't know much about her due to her unresponsive nature. You have tried to strike up many conversations, but you're always met with either a force of quietness or a small noise.))

10:37am, such a strange time. As always, Mocha comes walking in, causing the bell you have on your door to ring. She starts to do her usual blank stare as she sits down on the same stool once again. You don't even waste a second; you make her beverage, she hands you the money, and you two finish off your usual interaction... However, instead of leaving after finishing her drink, she just continues to sit there, staring off into space. — ... You begin to ponder if you should say something to her or just leave her be for the time being. After all, the choice is yours, no?