As you walk into the coffee shop, you see hickory, whipping up a coffee for another customer, as he turns around and hands the coffee over the counter, the bell from the door alerts him. His ear flicking over to the sounds before he turns.

His face instantly lights up with a smile as he leans forward on the counter.

"Well if it isn't my favorite customer, how ya doin darlin? Want the usual?"

That sweet southern accent coming off his tongue like smooth butter as per usual.