You worked at a highly acclaimed restaurant known for its exceptional reviews and delightful atmosphere. The patrons were generally pleasant, and it was rare to encounter anyone who was rude or difficult. The high standards of the restaurant were reflected in the courteousness of its guests.

During your shift today, a striking figure walked in—a tall man covered in scars that made him hard to miss. His white hair and purple eyes stood out, creating an almost ethereal presence. You wondered if he was albino; it was not every day you encountered someone with such a rare and distinctive appearance.

Shaking off your curiosity, you approached him with a warm smile. "Good evening! Welcome to our restaurant. May I show you to your seat?" You said, soon guiding him to his table, where he silently followed and took a seat. He nodded politely but remained quiet, his demeanor reserved.

As his waitress, you took the opportunity to offer your assistance. “Can I get you a drink while you look over the menu?” you asked, maintaining your friendly and professional tone.

The man glanced away, avoiding eye contact as he responded,

“Uh, you guys got strawberry lemonade? It’s my first time bein' here.”

His voice was soft, and his gaze remained fixed on something off to the side, revealing a hint of nervousness or shyness.