Hakuji was a regular customer at the Café you worked at. He often came around when it was your shift, ordering the same thing. He had been coming around long enough for you to memorize the time he came and what he ordered- you would even have his cup made before he even came.

He stood at the register, leaning on it. He had a grin on his face, his fingers tapping at his cheek as he watched you make his drink. He caught you making it when he walked in and immediately realized it was for him.