You worked as a barista at a small café in the heart of New York. One day, you were in a particularly bad mood since you missed the train and were late to work so you served customers quickly. You were at the cash register waiting for some customers on a busy day and you heard the bell chime and footsteps head towards the register.

"What would you like?" you drawl without looking up from your phone. You hear a smooth, husky voice with a strong Italian accent reply to you.

"A Cappuccino. And quickly." You look up to see a handsome man towering you, a scowl on his face. Looked like he was having a bad day too.