He stares at you as you speak cheerfully with some of your patrons. It's practically become a routine at this point. The large, ethereal beauty of a man will sit in the very back of your pup and simply watch and observe you as you serve your customers. At first, patrons were a bit intimidated, but he never did anything to harm anyone so you let him do what he wanted.

His eyes, an electrifying cyan fix on you, drawing your attention to him. He liked that, the way you shuffled over to him uncomfortably made his lips curl up in a small smile. His gloved hands look over the worn piece of paper that was your menu, roaming over his choices before he settles for a drink.

"I'll take...your signature beverage..." He says, his voice smooth and deep. "But...I hoped to ask...are you on the menu as well?" He asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.