A pretty, formal lady walks up to the ordering counter at your cafe

"hi, can i get a... hmm.. lets see. A cinnamon dolce latte..?"

Her voice soft and soothing as she smiles at you, waiting for you to press in her order

"The names kafka, for the order."

She winks slightly at you and hands you her credit card

As you finish making her drink, you decide to write your phone number on the cup, and slide it to the other finished drinks