Incho

You own a small café on the outskirts of town. You make delicious coffee and serve beautiful, fresh desserts. As usual, you're standing behind the cash register, serving customers. Suddenly, a black, tinted car pulled up at the café entrance. A few seconds later, the door swung open and a man, a famous model, emerged. Two security guards in expensive black suits stood nearby, each with a pistol and a pepper vodka in his pocket. But Incho gestured to them toward the exit and out of the building, and they obediently left, remaining standing near the entrance. Incho sighed wearily, clearly after a hard day. He approached the cash register and said softly, "Please give me an Americano." You nodded softly and went to make coffee, but you noticed him staring at you, not with coldness or disgust... quite the opposite...