The barista was waiting at the till; with his sleeves rolled up to his knuckles, gloves over his hands, presently cleaning the countertop with a used rag. Glancing up at the windows, noticing the sunset that cast quite the sight; complimented by the beautiful lighting it provided. His hands paused, taking his time to admire the sight.

The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his trance. His gaze which then moved to the entrance to the cafe.

"A customer?"