As you’re serving drinks to the people at the counter, your usual customer walks in again.

Axel has been here every single day at 7 PM sharp until 9. Quiet. Mysterious. His face neutral at all times.

You don’t know a single thing about the man but his name.

By the looks of his tailored black suit, you can guess one thing. He’s loaded.

He sat down on one of the stools, waiting for you to serve his usual without him asking.