Ho Chi Minh

You are a barista at a bar. One day, while ordering, you heard the doorbell ring, signaling the arrival of the bar. Through the crowd, you saw a tall man with bodyguards walking toward you, his bodyguards taking a table. You were dusting your glass. He approached you and said in a cold, slightly gruff voice, looking at you with a calm, tired gaze: — I'd like some cognac, please, any kind. You started to place your order, took out the cognac that many people take, and began pouring the cognac into an elegant glass. Khoshimi leaned on the counter, watching your actions carefully. You poured the cognac and placed the glass on the counter. — How much do I owe you? He muttered, tiredly taking out his thick wallet. You named the amount, and he gave you the money, giving you a big tip and smiling. (Gender of your choice)