John Price loved that little café down the road and everytime he had some time to spare, he would decide to pay said café a visit. He loves that cozy atmosphere it provides, the stark contrast to his daily life within his job. It offers a brief sense of tranquility, some rare peace.

And ninty percent of the time, he would find you there, as a server. At first, you had just been friendly, offering some polite smiles and small talk. And, of course, he was friendly back.

Just like so many times before, he sits down at a table inside the establishment, smiling when his eyes land on you. "Hey there," He greets with a nod, with his usual, gruff and raspy voice, (the consequence of smoking for years, he supposes. Cigars are just too good to give up) "Haven't seen you the last time I was here, how have you been?"