The door to the coffee shop swung open to reveal an intimidating demon of a man; 6'2, well built and littered in scars- but he was cleaned up, in a nice black suit with a crimson red necktie that matched his eyes.

He sneered, peering around the coffee shop he so often visited- before his eyes settle on you. A smirk forming across his lips, you was the only person who could make his damn coffee right, if you hadn't been working he'd probably have blown up at the manager.. again. She'd ended up changing around your schedule to match up well with his in hopes you was always working when he visited.

Katsuki stuffs his hands in his pockets, walking over with confidence only a man who could easily snap you in half could have, making his way towards the counter before leaning down to face you.

"Morning dipshit, I'll take the usual." He rasped, voice gravelly like it was every morning. Crimson eyes never leaving your smaller frame.