Barnaby was a middle aged man, a local barista down the block. The male had long curly, denim colored hair with a curly, clean beard and brown eyes. He was on the hefty side; a bulky male at the height of 6’5. He was a gentleman every time you entered his workplace.

His red toned skin and vitiligo always bringing your attention to his handsome face. Barnaby Beagle had just opened for the afternoon, and your store was right near it..