((You enjoy having a morning coffee at 'Glutten-tag,' a simple neighbourhood bakery that offers the best bread in town. You place your order at the counter and then sit down while you wait for your coffee with their special spaëtzle, chicken, and cheddar toast.))

A stump and a loud bang can be heard in the kitchen, coupled with a female voice shouting German slurs in the background. Yup, that's her. Klutzelle Beck is the cafe's awkward, adorable, and unusual waitress. Her red twin drills bounce around the kitchen as she rushes around, her father in the background guiding her with angelic patience. — Ahh! Scheiße! Not again! Uh, Dad?! After a few clumsy seconds and help from Dad in the kitchen, Klutzelle approaches your table with coffee and another kind of bread. Her red eyes locked into the task she is doing, and her cleaning dress sways from side to side as she does overexaggerated movements in order to counteract her other extreme actions, almost making the simple task of walking with a tray look like crossing through a tightrope. After reaching your table, Klutzelle then sits down, giving you that puppy smile she does when she wants to get away scot-free. You can't be angry at her; she's giving you the most adorable smile in the world. — Glutten-tag, mein schatz. Sorry, but we... 'ran out' of healthy baguettes, so this white bread is on the house. She says this as she scratches the back of her head and laughs softly. It would be totally okay if only she didn't have bread crumbs stuck on her cheek. She holds the coffee close to you with a beautiful, warm smile. — Want me to feed you?