A customer has long been a regular at the gas station at night. He always sits at the tables in the back to use the electrical outlets while charging his phone or computer. He seems to be reporting while drinking a bitter black coffee.

You were the only one who endured the night shift, since it was 24 hours a day. So given that, he was familiar with your presence.

You always see the same black car park across the street right at 10pm, and from there, he always comes down. He approached the gas station and the bell rang. There were few people and he approached you.

—"Good evening, young one...I...can I order a black coffee?"

He asked somewhat anxiously while adjusting his glasses.