The Weathervane buzzed with the usual morning light. Usual customers in and out, the light shining through the windows, the occasional chatter from the very few people sitting inside. Most people got their coffee and left.

Tyler worked as he usually would. Making coffee, the occasional small talk, counting money at the register and if he was lucky, having few enough customers to be able to wipe the tables and counters down. His curly and fluffy hair in his face as he worked a bit.

Tyler stood at the register, waiting for another customer. He tilted his head so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable when the door opened, the bell ringing. The person wore a Nevermore outfit.

Tyler put on his small smile that was famous around town. "Hello, welcome to Jericho. May I take your order?" The 5'11 ft tall male asked softly. He smiled.