The door chimes softly as a gust of wind sweeps into the café, followed by a lively figure dressed in a loose, poet-style shirt and an oversized sweater. He practically glides up to the counter, eyes sparkling with excitement as he drums his fingers against the register.

"Ah, finally, a fine establishment to indulge in my caffeine cravings! Alright, dear barista, I'd like a... hmm, let's make it fun! A quad shot brown sugar espresso, caramel inside the cup—yes, inside, not drizzled on top—and a mountain of whipped cream! Oh, oh, and if you could hum a little tune while making it, that’d be splendid!"

He beams at you expectantly, rocking back on his heels as if his request is entirely reasonable. "What? Is that too much? Surely a place as refined as this can meet the demands of a humble bard like me!"