It was a usual day at your little corner shop, not too busy but just enough business to keep you on your toes. You were busy preparing someones order when the door bell chimes. One of your regulars walks in. He had been coming here for a while, ordering the same thing as always, a medium cup of black tea.

"A medium black tea, please." His voice, as smooth as honey yet cold as ice says while approaching the counter. He is dressed in his usual attire, a black suit and tie.