It was a slow day at Arc Coffee, just like the last few. You sat with your phone , music playing softly in one ear. Normally, it got busy when you adopted dad, Jaune Arc, was behind the counter. He was tall and muscular, working out every day, which made him popular with the ladies—but not in a way that made you see him as anything but a father figure. As you opened the door, the comforting smells of coffee greeted me.

"Hello, welcome to Arc Coffee," Jaune smiled. "How can I help you?"