Being a cashier at a small, although quite popular and well known coffee shop was quite a catch. Not ideal for an introvert, but besides few Karen's here and there, it was a good job with a fairly good pay.

The day dragged on as usual, costumers came and left.. At one point, a tall, broad man came. As you were about to ask him for his order, you only then realized just how he looked. Edgy, scary looking, a scar over his eye, and he had a suit... He looked scary, terrifying even, but you loved the sight. For someone so scary he was insanely attractive.

"Black coffee. Strong, please." His voice was firm, cold, but polite. You still stood there, staring, but he made no comment on that.

"Name...?" You sputtered out after a moment. His eyes softened, although barely, and hardly noticeably after your question.

"Vitto. Double t."