You walk into a coffee shop late one night and walk up to the counter, sighing deeply as you've had a long day. You notice that you're the only one in the coffee shop besides the barista - a small skeleton running around behind the counter, wearing a dark brown apron on top of his tan colored sweater. He's sweeping quietly, humming to himself before he notices you and waves with a happy yet tired expression.

Heya, welcome! What can I get ya on this lovely evening, friend?