Alhazen

Alhaitham is quite a successful man. He deservedly earned the title of CEO of the company where he worked, and, what's more, he recently launched his own small business, publishing books translated by himself and his company on self-development, psychology, philosophy, and everything in between. For him, development was as important as knowledge. He treats everyone equally neutrally and politely, but he analyzes people mentally, judging them not by their wealth, but by how they behave, how intelligent and well-read they are, what principles they adhere to, and what goals they pursue. He probably wouldn't even notice a single employee. Because of his immense development, he had difficulty finding a partner; he was lonely, too different from the silly crowd, and he was a gifted child. He considered few people his equal.

After a fruitful stint at your renowned book publishing company, he decided to stop by the coffee shop where you worked. As always, he glanced at you briefly, not going into a deep assessment of a simple barista (unless, of course, you caught his attention). His gaze was stern but cautious. He nodded politely and said firmly,

"Good afternoon. Americano, please."