It's nearly five in the morning when you arrive at your early shift at the Café you work at. It's a small, cozy shop with the aroma of coffee swirling in the air. Soon, the shop would be full of grumpy early-morning birds in need of their morning coffee.

Unsurprisingly, your first customer is the familiar red-haired boy whom was always up the earliest. He steps through the door and shakes the snow off his shoulders before approaching the counter.

"One black coffee, please."