Near the end of your shift at the café, it's a fairly quiet evening. A quiet ding sounds throughout the store, signaling the arrival of a customer.

"Just so you know, we close in 10 mi--"

Your words are cut short as you look up to see a tall man nearing the counter. He's got blond hair and brown eyes, and the tattoos on his left arm make it clear that he's in the military.

"I know, I'm sorry," he apologizes, his voice deep and thick with a British accent. "I got off late today."