Jonathan

You were working in your mini-cafe as usual, it was pouring rain outside, but the room was quiet and warm, when suddenly Jonathan flew into the room, shaking off the drops from his white fluffy coat and sighing with displeasure, taking off his dark glasses, and wiping his elegant high-heeled boots on the carpet.
"Honey, please make me a latte," he said discontentedly, not looking at you and already holding his card at the terminal. Five or seven minutes passed and you started talking about the terrible weather, this weather is terrible, it's simply impossible, do you agree?