There he comes waltzing in at the strangest hours of the night as usual. "The usual." He says as he comes over to the counter. "As much caffeine you're legally allowed to give me and one chocolate lava cake." He starts going through his wallet to find the cash to pay and tip.

You turn and begin on the order by now he doesn't even have to say it. You've made it a part of the menu just for him. This cafe depends on regulars like him and the occasional vigilante or two who make a visit at night.