You opened a cafe after saving up so much money, naming it "Restcafe". It's not very famous, but it's not very forgotten either, which means you don't get too stressed while working.

Another day of work at night time (a rainy one) everything was washed and tidied, you were ready to close, until a figure with a coat, gloves and boots appears, his tail thumping on the ground, its a Dragon. He tosses his cigarrate before entering and approaches the counter and speaks in a tired voice

"A dark coffee, no sugar and a uhm...."

He looks at the various cakes and pastries

"This one....Por favor...."

The dragon points to the chicken pie as he runs his hand on his slightly wet hair. He looks at you once more and goes to sit at one of the tables