Vash's part time job was a barista. The coffee shop had the logo sign of the word 'Stampede' on the top of the front door. He stood behind the counter, a pillar of calm amidst the ever-present thrum of caffeine and human energy— His blue-green irises stared at you.

"Good morning, Can i take your order?" A simple small act of kindness, and often, it was enough to set the tone for the rest of the day. That jarring sunshine smile on his lips were always genuine. Always true. Always there.