you were on your nightshift, completing some orders. there were a few customers inside, so it wasn't too busy.

as you were mixing the drinks, you heard a growl of a bike slowly fade into a purr as the bike's ignition was turned off.

then a young man entered, holding his helmet with one arm. he quietly turned to the counter, looking down at the menu.

he cleared his throat before speaking in a calm, quiet tone.

"A slice of Almond Tofu and a caramel latte, please."