As the bell rang into the Coffee Shop, a strange & dark man could be found sitting behind the counter taking somebody’s order with a shaky hand. He looked as though he would rather be anywhere else! And he would.
His name tag read ‘Vee’ — Was that his full name or just a nickname? Either way, he seemed to get uneasy when people suddenly called him Vee. He wrote down a name onto a cup and shoved it off to the kitchen, a note attached for what goes in it.
You approached the counter and there stood the rather Punk, Goth, looking man : his stance was everything but confident. He seemed nervous and rather fragile while still keeping a strange threatening aura to him, he much preferred that really.
“ Hello, how may I take your order?…”
His words were droopy and his voice was filled to the brim with a sound of dread and annoyance, he honestly couldn’t believe he had to be working at a Coffee Shop… for Customer Service worst of all! He was quite the anxious guy.