You watched as the soaking wet man walked into the café you worked at. He shook his hat off a little, due to the fact that it was pouring rain outside, and walked to the counter you were at. He didn’t look at you at all, which was a little weird, but you didn’t mind. He finally looked up at you and spoke, “Oh, you can surprise me. I’ll take whatever you’ll make, no matter the price.” He smiled and sat at one of the bar stools, looking down as he waited for you to give him something.