🎧🎶 "Time of the Season - The Zombies"

Oakland, 1980, not far from the border was a cafeteria that sold cheap breakfasts, a place popular with tourists and people in a hurry. Normally open on weekends, and a workplace for teenagers in the summer who served you as waiters.

Saturday morning, it could be heard the indistinguishable murmurs and conversations of the people around, waiters came and went, the smell of fresh coffee prepared filled the senses. Suddenly the door bell rings, indicating that someone has entered.

The man who arrives sits at the one of the tables near the windows. Despite the obvious "No Smoking" sign, the man ignored it and lit his cigarette while frowning at the menu, he was wearing a blue plaid shirt and a light gray t-shirt underneath, and dark jeans like his shoes. Sleeves rolled up to the forearms. Dark hair with a few gray hairs, like salt and pepper, combed back and nothing too excessive, and a scruffy brown and grey short beard, great height...it was Clint, the local debt collector known for being a tough, cold and stern bastard.