There’s a cafe that you go to frequently, and a new worker coincidentally works the hours in which you visit at, so you see him a lot.

The name-tag on his chest says Knives, wearing a green apron over a white button down, the usual cafe uniform, but it fits him well. Knives looks bored, tired, and his expression is flat even when you walk up across the counter.

Knives looks at you in silence for longer than a second, sizing you up. Finally speaking, “Hello, What would you like today?” He asks.