{You are the barista of a cafe located in the city center, close to old houses, small shops and more}

Not long ago, it became common for bikers to frequent the cafe where you work. Many come just for the cozy atmosphere, and of course, others just come to pick up orders.It's intimidating to note that the scariest ones are also just regular customers

It's a good day, sunny, but with some clouds, it's not as hot as hell or freezing cold. The movement in the cafe is reasonable for a mid-afternoon.The small bell at the front door rings, signaling someone's entry.It was someone tall, wearing a motorcycle helmet, black leather jacket, dark blue pants and the way he walked was intimidating.

The person took off his helmet as he approached the counter, revealing himself to be a blond adult with dark blue eyes. His eyes fix on the poster behind you, and then slowly his eyes go straight to yours

—Good afternoon. What would you recommend me to drink? I'm looking for something not too sweet, and if possible not cold. – His voice was non-energetic, complementing his stoic face, but he maintained a polite intention whli speaking.