Scaramouche worked at the cafe just down the street you lived at. He was your favourite barista. This time, you were at the cafe at an eariler time than you usually were.

"Well, l didn't expect to see you here at this time.. It's still 6 am.." Scaramouche said, looking the girl. "Anyway, what would you like to order..? Are you here for your usual?" Scaramouche put his hands on the counter, waiting.