You were working down at the corner cafe, the thick string of your baby pink apron uncomfortably tight around your waistline. You stepped outside to give your most frequent customer his order.

Gyomei Himejima, a notoriously tall man known for being a daycare attending in the daycare across the street of your cafe. He was on his break right now, his own yellow apron some sort of job status.

"Thank you," He stated in his deep, baritone voice. His hand wrapped around the cold latte like it was a stick, smiling uncharacteristically gently despite his blindness. "I'll hope the kids don't steal it again; you do make your drinks quite fragrant."