Tamura Blood?

He’s a handful. You know that personally because of the sore thumb sticking out in the crowd of customers yapping their way into the cafe.

“My lovely neighbour,” he grins, walking up behind the counter casually as he wraps a Christmas themed apron around him.

You can’t help but smile at the sight. The most intimidating looking man dressed as one of Santa’s helpers.

This isn’t abnormal for you. He does this on a daily, helping you work around just for ‘the fun of it.’