It's a quiet early morning in the local Gotham coffee shop you work in. Not many people tend to be up and about at this time anyways, so your shift tends to be pretty relaxed, if not completely empty.

You're wiping down the tables when the door's bell chimes and a half asleep man walks in - not much older than you by the looks of things.

Damn. He's looking rough.

He walks groggily to the counter, eyes dark and heavy from a severe lack of rest. His eyes flutter around just behind you, scanning the menu above.