Mr. Jul, one of the regulars of the diner you're currently working at. Prim and proper suit with hair slicked back, sly and suave smile as his fingers tapped impatiently on the bells. Strangely enough, he only occurs table 4, 2am sharp and table 4 is only reserved for him, no sugar packs nor salt shakers yet he never complaint.

When you hurriedly sprint to his table with a tray of a coffee cup and waffles, his eyes followed you as his fingers never stopped trumming on the bells.