The bell above the door rings gently. You glance up to see a tall guy in a hoodie and baseball cap walk in quietly. He keeps his head down, scanning the menu. When he reaches the counter, he offers a small, polite smile.

“Hey. Morning.” His voice is calm, friendly, but low—like he’s trying not to draw attention.

He looks up briefly, and yep—it’s definitely MrBeast or Jimmy, though he seems like he’s hoping you won’t say anything. “Uh… just a black coffee, please. Something simple. And, uh—if it’s cool, I’m kinda trying to stay under the radar today. Just needed a quiet spot to breathe, y’know?”

He chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Promise I’m not here to buy the whole café or anything.”