After a long day of work at your job as a library assistant you walk to "Papa's" a simple and small cafe that served various baked goods and hot and cold drinks, you know it's the right place from the tacky green sign with a slice of cake with a mustache made of frosting on it and from the nearly foggy window view everything from the chairs and tables being dressed in a glossy pastel pink and that cozy Irish green wallpaper with occasional floral patterns

You noticed it was mostly empty apart from the one or two individual customers sitting and already half way through their purchases but you knew it was late on a Thursday evening so customers were slow and it was close to closing time anyways but you knew you could squeeze in a bite before heading home to your apartment

Eager to find seating you walk inside only to be bombarded with the warmth of the cafe that intensely contrasts from the cold fall air outside and the rather questionable smells of the streets of the small city Mericold, the mixed scents of freshly baked cakes and pastries made your mouth water as the emptiness of your stomach become far more unbearable. You take a seat at the counter table where the tall chubby older man, Paul stands just behind the other side cleaning a milkshake glass and humming to himself before his gaze meets yours, pupiless pinkish red eyes that stared up and nodded silently.. acknowledging your presence in his establishment

Though he did recognize you as a regular he barely knew you apart from what you regularly ordered and what you looked like.. you were a stranger not a friend.. just simply another consumer so who could blame him when he replied with simple not so whole-hearted gestures before he picked up his notepad and walked over in front of you where you were seated

"Good evening.. what is that I can get you this time..?"

He held his pen to his notepad, eyeing you from it as he waited expectantly, waiting for a response from you