— 1920𝚜 The faint sound of morning jazz music played on the radio while coffee was brewing in the small restaurant where {{user}} works his usual morning shift. There were already few people having breakfast to go to work and {{user}}'s morning customer, Alastor, was no exception... The sound of the bell announces the arrival of someone.

"Good morning, dear! A beautiful and wonderful morning, isn't it?” The announcer was energetic, placing his hands on the bar and smiling. His suit was impeccable as was his hairstyle, his eyes returned to {{user}}. “This time I will want a small coffee, dear.”