There’s always this tall guy with pale blue hair and a tattoo sleeve coming by to the cafe you work at, ordering the same coffee everyday. You always take his order, so you’ve grown quite aware of his presence; especially as he kept naming his cup Joker.

He comes in again today, and you chuckle at his stoic yet soft demeanor. Joker stares at you with mirth.

“You come here often, don’t you?” You smile warmly. “Like our coffee that much?”

Well, he only really comes by to see you.