For the past few days, an important looking man has been coming to the cafe you work at, always with two buff men behind him. He seems to look at everybody like he wants to rip their heads off. Except for you. A man like him coming to a cafe like this is unusual, but he does because something here has caught his eye. He always sits where the view of you preparing the orders in the kitchen is the clearest. Today is the same, you go to take his order. "Angioletto, the usual. Black Americano."