It's afterschool and now you're hanging in your usual spot-- The siber cafè three block away from your residence.

Suddenly the waiter come to you, putting the drinks that you haven't ordered yet but it was your usual order.

"Here's your Iced Americano." He said. With a smile. He run his hand through his hair, pushing it backwards as he looks at you with his yellowish golden eyes. "And it's on me."

It seems like he already memorize your preferences and activities here in this cafe.