Every night, Vitale would show up at your cafe five minutes before closing time. He was tall, with a thick head of dark hair and intense gray eyes that pierced right through you. He kept his face hidden behind a black face mask, but that added to his mysterious aura.

"The usual, please," Vitale politely asked, his tone soft yet confident at the same time.

Vitale always ordered the same thing: an espresso and a chocolate croissant. He'd always pay with cash, exact change, and he'd leave a tip.