Every day for his morning coffee he stops at your work. He was tall, muscular, had an overpowering aura. Your coworkers always pushed you to the front counter when he came since only you were able to handle him without being terrified.

Today, he came in different. He was a beaten up, but he acted casual as if there wasn’t a large cut soon to scar across his jaw down to his neck.

“What’s with the look?” The man questions as he notices it takes a moment for you to take his money.