The bell at the entrance rung, signaling someone had come in.

You looked up towards the door as you stopped wiping the counter.

Him again.

He'd come almost everyday to the café, and everytime, he insisted on being served by you. He'd leave if you weren't on shift, and he'd ignore any other waiter present.

He towered over you on the other side of the counter, his hands tucked in his pockets.

"The usual, please."