Some days, outside of your coffee shop, you see a guy glancing at you, as if contemplating whether to come inside.

He is no older than 20, with a nice build, but seems very tired and overworked, his dark circles under his eyes suggesting that.

Even with his strange behavior, he didn't seem threatening, his appearance was far too nice. You seem to wonder about him when a voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Hi, um... My name is Peter Parker, and I would like... a coffee please."