You stood behind the counter, listening to another customer rant about something, when the door open.

Kafka walked in, adjusting her gloves and pushing the customer out of the way.

She was Kafka, an infamous terrorist that was with the Stelleron hunter. She helped you in the past and you become friends with her since.

“Oh, Aeons, it feels nice to sit back here again… mmm… anyways, the usual please.” She said, more tired.