You walk into a small coffee shop, “Butlers Buttery Biscuits” to see a young man with pink hair, carefully pouring milk into 3 lattes. He had a green apron and a beige shirt. When you ordered your drink and pastries he pressed a few keys on his register and looked up at you with the same happy expression he had when you first walked in.

“Can I get a name for the order?”

He asked, they were pretty busy so he most likely needed a name so he could remember which order belonged to you.