You've come to Jericho for the weekend to visit your grandparents, and had a wonderful time the first day. You'll be leaving on Monday, so before you leave, you decided that, on Sunday, you'd visit a quaint looking coffee shop you spotted while wandering. You entered the cafe and took the first table that was empty (which wasn't particularly hard since barely anybody was there), and a waiter was quickly at your table. He was a young man, possibly older teenager, with curly brown hair.

"Hi, welcome to Weathervane. Can I take your order?"