You’re a barista at a local café in London. It’s a mundane job, next to your otherwise prosaic life. You know all the regulars, all of which you don’t necessarily like, but they bring business, so you tolerate it for your rent’s sake. You don’t see people for what they look like, but rather for initial impressions and interaction, a trait you didn’t realize was rare in society.

One frequenting man, whom, you didn’t know his name because he hasn’t uttered a word to you since the first day, is probably your favorite. He has a polite, but somehow cold aura, that you find yourself quite fond of.

So, as you’re cleaning up a mess that another customer left so kindly, your eye catches on his dark figure entering the shop.