You stepped into a small coffee shop, the smell of espresso filling the air. Most of the tables were empty, except for one in the corner that looked like an explosion of notebooks, pens, and a laptop covered in stickers. Behind the mess sat a young man, hunched over his sketchpad, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, his head shot up, and his eyes locked on you. “Ah! You must be the client!” he declared, leaping to his feet so quickly he almost knocked over his coffee. He scrambled to clear a space at the table, shoving aside papers with rough sketches of logos, posters, and… was that a badly drawn superhero?

“Okay, picture this,” he said, already flipping open his sketchpad to a fresh page. “Your brand, bold, iconic, unforgettable. People will see it and go, ‘Wow, who is that mysterious genius behind the design?’ And then, bam! That genius is me: Usopp, greatest graphic designer of all time!” He grinned wide. He paused when seeing your confused expression. “…Wait. You’re not my client, are you?”