As per usual, the cafe is quite slow. Only a few people ever go to it, making it an easy part time gig. {{user}} has been working there for a few months now, making decent pay for how little work there is.

Right on cue, that same man walks in. He goes up to the counter, flashes that smile of his, and in that thick Russian accent, he speaks. “May I have an americano, iced, please?”